[{"id":19593156,"name":"Juice WRLD - 10 Feet (Official Audio)","trackName":"Juice WRLD - 10 Feet (Official Audio)","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Juice WRLD Videos","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You make feel, yeah\nUh, I don't wanna try, but\nSo primal, and (woah)\nThat's what I am (woah)\nI'm just a man, yeah, yeah\nYou make feel, yeah\nSo primal, and (woah)\nThat's what I am (woah)\nI'm just a man, yeah, yeah\n\nUh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic\nCan't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it\nThe Mad Hatter, the Perc' packer\nThe mom thrasher\nThe Perc' mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor\nA straight tweak, so high, I can't speak\nBeen three weeks, I still haven't met my peak\n(You make me feel)\n\nLike I could be someone other than myself\nLike I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell\nYeah, I know it never ever end well\nYeah, I know I always fall victim to a rich spell\nUh, like 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Heaven for savages\n[01:18.58] My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal\n[01:21.24] Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh\n[01:24.36] A little too graphic\n[01:25.10] At least you niggas know that I still got the passion\n[01:27.87] Of someone who don't got shit but the clothes on they back\n[01:30.48] And it's been that way since way back since\n[01:32.61] (You make me feel)\n[01:35.17] Like I'm a killer or somethin'\n[01:36.40] These niggas lip-syncin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'\n[01:38.85] I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'\n[01:41.04] I guess, I'm rich in broke pockets\n[01:45.35] Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet\n[01:50.77] (You make me feel)\n[01:54.67] Times ten feet\n[01:55.74] (So primal, and, woah)\n[01:57.77] Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me\n[02:00.37] That you with me (that's what I am)\n[02:02.48] And not against me\n[02:05.83] Where I'm from we loaded up\n[02:07.13] Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat\n[02:09.18] Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two\n[02:14.37] Not one stack or two\n[02:16.32] Look at all the cash I blew\n[02:18.47] Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two\n[02:23.12] Not one stack or two\n[02:25.36] Look at all the cash I blew\n[02:27.40] Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two\n[02:32.87] Not one stack or two\n[02:34.73] Look at all the cash I blew\n[02:36.86] Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two\n[02:41.97] Not one stack or two\n[02:43.61] Look at all the cash I blew\n[02:45.99] Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too\n[02:50.53] Booties just don't shake like Priscilla's do\n[02:55.12] Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two\n[03:00.37] Not one stack or two\n[03:02.32] Look at all the cash I blew\n[03:04.33] Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two\n[03:09.64] Not one stack or two\n[03:11.23] Look at all the cash I blew\n[03:13.59] Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too\n[03:18.19] Booties just don't shake like Priscilla's do\n[03:22.89] Strippers out in 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