[{"id":15224204,"name":"Empty Out Your Pockets","trackName":"Empty Out Your Pockets","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Empty Out Your Pockets","duration":135.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Empty out your pockets, I need all that\nYeah, yeah\nG-Money said, \"We need all the money, man\"\nPennies and all that\nWith G-Money, if I don't care if he got a million in all pennies\nI'ma be countin' Abe Lincolns all day\n\nYeah, yeah, uh\nEmpty out your pockets, I need all that\nI get the millions, then I fall back\nNiggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\nThe days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\nLouis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\nGet high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\nI rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\nCountin' big knots, look like yellow pages\n\nI run it like a race\nGet in the way, brodie got the aim\nTo blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper, on the front page\nPrayin' for forgiveness, 'cause it happened on a Sunday\nBack to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag\nI just bought a bike, catch me doin' wheelies in the backstreet\nLike I'm from where Meek Mill be\nPut the \"dead\" in dead serious, you try me, then you will be\nOn my wrist, it's a ICEE, no, it ain't melting\nTurn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (Gleam)\nEverybody doubted me, they ain't give me no help (Please)\nSo all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself (Self)\nI bet you never felt this pain I felt\nWhen mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hell\nThat's when G-Money hit my cell\nNext day, would've fucked up and ended up in a cell\n\nUh, oh, hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell)\nEnded up in a cell (In a cell)\nOh, hell\n\nYeah, yeah, uh (Ended up in a cell)\nEmpty out your pockets, I need all that\nI get the millions, then I fall back\nNiggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\nThe days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\nLouis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\nGet high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\nI rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\nCountin' big knots, look like yellow pages","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n[00:04.97] Yeah, yeah\n[00:06.48] G-Money said, \"We need all the money, man\"\n[00:09.19] Pennies and all that\n[00:11.94] \n[00:15.30] With G-Money, if I don't care if he got a million in all pennies\n[00:17.83] I'ma be countin' Abe Lincolns all day\n[00:19.37] Yeah, yeah, uh\n[00:20.76] Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n[00:22.96] I get the millions, then I fall back\n[00:25.41] Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\n[00:28.44] The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\n[00:31.02] Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\n[00:33.07] Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\n[00:35.71] I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\n[00:38.75] Countin' big knots, look like yellow pages\n[00:41.48] I run it like a race\n[00:43.23] Get in the way, brodie got the aim\n[00:45.69] To blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper, on the front page\n[00:49.55] Prayin' for forgiveness, 'cause it happened on a Sunday\n[00:52.16] Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag\n[00:55.61] I just bought a bike, catch me doin' wheelies in the backstreet\n[00:58.38] Like I'm from where Meek Mill be\n[00:59.77] Put the \"dead\" in dead serious, you try me, then you will be\n[01:02.39] On my wrist, it's a ICEE, no, it ain't melting\n[01:04.92] Turn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (Gleam)\n[01:07.71] Everybody doubted me, they ain't give me no help (Please)\n[01:09.92] So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself (Self)\n[01:13.69] I bet you never felt this pain I felt\n[01:16.06] When mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hell\n[01:18.82] That's when G-Money hit my cell\n[01:20.83] Next day, would've fucked up and ended up in a cell\n[01:25.25] Uh, oh, hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell)\n[01:28.20] Ended up in a cell (In a cell)\n[01:31.71] Oh, hell\n[01:32.74] Yeah, yeah, uh (Ended up in a cell)\n[01:34.40] Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n[01:36.44] I get the millions, then I fall back\n[01:38.82] Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\n[01:41.47] The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\n[01:44.11] Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\n[01:46.03] Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\n[01:48.52] I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\n[01:51.83] Countin' big knots, look like yellow pages\n[01:54.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Empty Out Your Pockets\n artist: Juice WRLD\n album: Empty Out Your Pockets\n duration_ms: 135000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n start_ms: 2590\n end_ms: 4970\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 4970\n end_ms: 6480\n- text: G-Money said, \"We need all the money, man\"\n start_ms: 6480\n end_ms: 9190\n- text: Pennies and all that\n start_ms: 9190\n end_ms: 11940\n- text: ''\n 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hell\nThat's when G-Money hit my cell\nNext day, would've fucked up and ended up in a cell\n\nUh, oh, hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell)\nEnded up in a cell (In a cell)\nOh, hell\n\nYeah, yeah, uh (Ended up in a cell)\nEmpty out your pockets, I need all that\nI get the millions, then I fall back\nNiggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\nThe days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\nLouis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\nGet high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\nI rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\nCountin' big knots, look like yellow pages","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n[00:04.97] Yeah, yeah\n[00:06.48] G-Money said, \"We need all the money, man\"\n[00:09.19] Pennies and all that\n[00:11.94] \n[00:15.30] With G-Money, if I don't care if he got a million in all pennies\n[00:17.83] I'ma be countin' Abe Lincolns all day\n[00:19.37] Yeah, yeah, uh\n[00:20.76] Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n[00:22.96] I get the millions, then I fall back\n[00:25.41] Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\n[00:28.44] The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\n[00:31.02] Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\n[00:33.07] Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\n[00:35.71] I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\n[00:38.75] Countin' big knots, look like yellow pages\n[00:41.48] I run it like a race\n[00:43.23] Get in the way, brodie got the aim\n[00:45.69] To blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper, on the front page\n[00:49.55] Prayin' for forgiveness, 'cause it happened on a Sunday\n[00:52.16] Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag\n[00:55.61] I just bought a bike, catch me doin' wheelies in the backstreet\n[00:58.38] Like I'm from where Meek Mill be\n[00:59.77] Put the \"dead\" in dead serious, you try me, then you will be\n[01:02.39] On my wrist, it's a ICEE, no, it ain't melting\n[01:04.92] Turn my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf (Gleam)\n[01:07.71] Everybody doubted me, they ain't give me no help (Please)\n[01:09.92] So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself (Self)\n[01:13.69] I bet you never felt this pain I felt\n[01:16.06] When mom ain't had no money and them bills brought hell\n[01:18.82] That's when G-Money hit my cell\n[01:20.83] Next day, would've fucked up and ended up in a cell\n[01:25.25] Uh, oh, hell (Fucked up and ended up in a cell)\n[01:28.20] Ended up in a cell (In a cell)\n[01:31.71] Oh, hell\n[01:32.74] Yeah, yeah, uh (Ended up in a cell)\n[01:34.40] Empty out your pockets, I need all that\n[01:36.44] I get the millions, then I fall back\n[01:38.82] Niggas chameleons, they'll change for some change\n[01:41.47] The days ain't the same, niggas switch for the fame\n[01:44.11] Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag\n[01:46.03] Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurtin'\n[01:48.52] I rock like electric guitars, I be ragin'\n[01:51.83] Countin' big knots, look like yellow pages\n[01:54.21] 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