[{"id":27469746,"name":"Good Friday","trackName":"Good Friday","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday Mixtape","duration":312.098437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Party people in the place to be\nYou are now in the midst of a real emcee\nThrow your hands in the air if you real as me\nOooooooh! OW!\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nSuch an easy morning, we on a ride\nAnd I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\nTurn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\nThey don't want black people to think and drive\n\nHe think he live, he think he cold\nHe think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\nEyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\nThe streets are like the high road that I go across\n\nI mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\nThe Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\nAnd the weather wasn't barely hot\nDid I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\nDid I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\nAre you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nThis goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n(Can't stop, you can't stop)\nThis goes out to the all core hip-hop\n(Can't stop, you can't stop)\n\nAs Ye flips the piano\nThe mood swings like the change of a channel\nHe's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\nSelling kilos through your iPod Nano\nCocaine vandal, I induct scandal\nMoney drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\nVaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\nIce cream paint job, something like Breyer's\nEuro tank top, Dior-inspired\nSell it to you hard, no assembly required\nYuugh! In 2012 in 2010\nWhich makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\nFloss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\nWhile haters wish death upon me, that's many men\nYeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\nStop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nNow tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\nDon't worry, we gon' be here all night\nAnd you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\nWestside, Westside\nSo t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\nThey claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\nA nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\nEmcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\nI sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\nMan, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\nI guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\nAll over double D's, I be absent all week\nThis is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\nMan, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\nHold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\nMan, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n\nAnd let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\nAnd let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n(As promised!)\n\nNow put your hands up to the sky\nUntil the day in that we die\nAnd we'll be here all evening\nG.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] Party people in the place to be\n[00:02.19] You are now in the midst of a real emcee\n[00:04.75] Throw your hands in the air if you real as me\n[00:07.41] Oooooooh! OW!\n[00:21.59] Are you ready to go?\n[00:26.65] I know the city getting ready for me\n[00:29.32] I know the city getting ready\n[00:30.52] Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n[00:33.44] And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n[00:36.09] Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n[00:39.34] They don't want black people to think and drive\n[00:41.88] He think he live, he think he cold\n[00:44.64] He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n[00:47.44] Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n[00:50.19] The streets are like the high road that I go across\n[00:52.89] I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n[00:55.85] The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n[00:58.44] And the weather wasn't barely hot\n[01:00.61] Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n[01:03.43] Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\n[01:05.96] Are you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\n[01:10.65] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:13.65] I know the city getting ready\n[01:16.50] Are you ready to go?\n[01:22.06] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:24.70] I know the city getting ready\n[01:25.89] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n[01:27.56] (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n[01:30.88] This goes out to the all core hip-hop\n[01:33.07] (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n[01:38.82] As Ye flips the piano\n[01:40.62] The mood swings like the change of a channel\n[01:43.27] He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\n[01:45.96] Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n[01:48.94] Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n[01:51.46] Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\n[01:54.21] Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n[01:56.86] Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n[02:00.08] Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n[02:02.56] Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n[02:05.35] Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010\n[02:08.13] Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n[02:11.04] Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n[02:13.60] While haters wish death upon me, that's many men\n[02:16.88] Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n[02:19.54] Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n[02:22.69] Are you ready to go?\n[02:28.13] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:31.28] I know the city getting ready\n[02:34.21] Are you ready to go?\n[02:39.47] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:42.25] I know the city getting ready\n[02:42.96] Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\n[02:46.52] Don't worry, we gon' be here all night\n[02:49.15] And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\n[02:51.93] Westside, Westside\n[02:54.12] So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\n[02:56.94] They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\n[02:59.90] A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n[03:02.40] Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n[03:05.31] I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n[03:08.12] Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n[03:10.93] I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n[03:14.39] All over double D's, I be absent all week\n[03:16.68] This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\n[03:19.37] Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\n[03:22.45] Hold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\n[03:25.80] Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n[03:38.23] And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n[03:44.94] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[03:49.26] And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n[03:55.99] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[04:00.48] (As promised!)\n[04:02.40] Now put your hands up to the sky\n[04:04.99] Until the day in that we die\n[04:07.96] And we'll be here all evening\n[04:10.14] G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n[04:14.19] Are you ready to go?\n[04:19.10] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:21.83] I know the city getting ready\n[04:24.90] Are you ready to go?\n[04:30.07] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:33.09] I know the city getting ready\n[04:36.27] Are you ready to go?\n[04:41.30] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:43.94] I know the city getting ready\n[04:47.10] Are you ready to go?\n[04:51.91] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:55.09] I know the city getting ready\n[05:03.01] I know the city getting ready for me\n[05:05.83] I know the city getting ready\n[05:08.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Good Friday\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. 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OW!\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n They don't want black people to think and drive\n\n He think he live, he think he cold\n He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n The streets are like the high road that I go across\n\n I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n And the weather wasn't barely hot\n Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\n Are you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n This goes out to the all core hip-hop\n (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n\n As Ye flips the piano\n The mood swings like the change of a channel\n He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\n Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\n Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010\n Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n While haters wish death upon me, that's many men\n Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\n Don't worry, we gon' be here all night\n And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\n Westside, Westside\n So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\n They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\n A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n All over double D's, I be absent all week\n This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\n Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\n Hold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\n Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n\n And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n (As promised!)\n\n Now put your hands up to the sky\n Until the day in that we die\n And we'll be here all evening\n G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n"},{"id":24640204,"name":"G.O.O.D. Friday","trackName":"G.O.O.D. Friday","artistName":"Kanye West, Common, Pusha T, Kid Cudi, Big Sean, Charlie Wilson","albumName":"Kanye West Presents: GOOD Fridays","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Party people in the place to be\nYou are now in the midst of a real emcee\nThrow your hands in the air if you real as me\nOoh! Ow!\nUgh, ugh, la-la-la (Hey, ugh)\nLa, la, la, la-la\nLa, la, la, la-la\n(They say, ahh) Are you\n(La, la, la, ayy) Ready to go?\n(La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me\n(La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready\nSuch an easy morning, we on a ride\nAnd I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\nTurn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\nThey don't want Black people to think and drive\nHe think he live, he think he cold\nHe think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\nEyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\nThe streets are like the high road that I go across, ugh\nI mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\nThe Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\nAnd the weather was unbearably hot\nDid I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\nDid I mention G.O.O.D. Music, and forever we hot?\nAre you\nMotherfucker, are you ready or not?\nReady to go? (Ugh)\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you\nReady to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nThis goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop)\nYou can't stop\nThis goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop) (La, la, la, la-la)\nYou can't stop (La, la, la, la-la)\nAs Ye flips the piano\nThe mood swings, like the change of a channel\nHe’s heating up, like they wrapped him in flannel\nSelling kilos through your iPod Nano\nCocaine vandal, I induct scandal\nMoney drive you crazy—look at Marbury’s handle\nVaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\nIce cream paint job, something like Breyer's\nEuro tank top, Dior-inspired\nSell it to you hard, no assembly required\nYuugh! On 2012 in 2010\nWhich makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\nFloss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n(Are you)\nWhile haters wish death upon me, that’s \"Many Men\"\n(Ready to go)\nYeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n(I know the city getting ready for me)\nStop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n(I know the city getting ready for me)\n(Ahh) Are you\n(La, la, la) Ready to go?\n(La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me\n(La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready\n(And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\", hey!) Are you\n(La la la) Ready to go?\nWe smoking on that (La, la, la, la-la)\nI know the city getting ready for me\nWe choking on that (La, la, la, la-la)\nI know the city getting ready (Big Sean!)\nNow tell me, do it feel good? Well, alright\nDon’t worry, we gon' be here all night\nAnd you know a nigga rep that Westside (Hanh?)\nWestside (Hanh?), Westside\nSo t—t—tell me, who the freshest of them all?\nThey claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls\nA nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\nEmcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\nI sneak-peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\nMan, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\nI guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\nAll over double-Ds, I be absent all week\nThis is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for (My niggas)\nMan, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door\nHold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? (What?)\nMan, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Haha)\nAnd let me hear you say, \"Ahh\"\nLa, la, la\nLa, la, la, la-la\nLa, la, la, la-la\nAnd let me hear you say, \"Ahh\" (Ahh)\nLa, la, la (Oh, yeah)\nLa, la, la, la-la (Oh, oh, oh)\nLa, la, la, la-la (Ooh, wee)\nMan, we promise\nNow, put your hands up to the sky\nUntil the day in that we die\nAnd we'll be here all evening\nG.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\nAre you\nReady to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you\nReady to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you\nReady to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you\nReady to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Party people in the place to be\n[00:02.04] You are now in the midst of a real emcee\n[00:04.88] Throw your hands in the air if you real as me\n[00:07.64] Ooh! Ow!\n[00:10.65] Ugh, ugh, la-la-la (Hey, ugh)\n[00:14.60] La, la, la, la-la\n[00:17.28] La, la, la, la-la\n[00:20.12] (They say, ahh) Are you\n[00:23.40] (La, la, la, ayy) Ready to go?\n[00:26.12] (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me\n[00:28.87] (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready\n[00:31.52] Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n[00:33.72] And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n[00:36.44] Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n[00:39.52] They don't want Black people to think and drive\n[00:41.76] He think he live, he think he cold\n[00:44.72] He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n[00:47.36] Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n[00:50.13] The streets are like the high road that I go across, ugh\n[00:53.24] I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n[00:56.32] The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n[00:58.80] And the weather was unbearably hot\n[01:00.95] Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n[01:03.55] Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, and forever we hot?\n[01:06.32] Are you\n[01:07.75] Motherfucker, are you ready or not?\n[01:09.20] Ready to go? (Ugh)\n[01:10.32] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:13.12] I know the city getting ready\n[01:15.44] Are you\n[01:18.27] Ready to go?\n[01:21.60] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:24.36] I know the city getting ready\n[01:26.39] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop)\n[01:28.84] You can't stop\n[01:31.51] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop) (La, la, la, la-la)\n[01:34.56] You can't stop (La, la, la, la-la)\n[01:36.91] As Ye flips the piano\n[01:40.36] The mood swings, like the change of a channel\n[01:43.31] He’s heating up, like they wrapped him in flannel\n[01:45.88] Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n[01:48.60] Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n[01:51.40] Money drive you crazy—look at Marbury’s handle\n[01:54.24] Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n[01:57.00] Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n[01:59.75] Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n[02:02.47] Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n[02:05.32] Yuugh! On 2012 in 2010\n[02:08.08] Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n[02:10.72] Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n[02:13.48] (Are you)\n[02:14.28] While haters wish death upon me, that’s \"Many Men\"\n[02:16.19] (Ready to go)\n[02:16.88] Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n[02:19.23] (I know the city getting ready for me)\n[02:19.79] Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n[02:21.48] (I know the city getting ready for me)\n[02:24.11] (Ahh) Are you\n[02:24.63] (La, la, la) Ready to go?\n[02:28.35] (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:30.35] (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready\n[02:32.77] (And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\", hey!) Are you\n[02:35.48] (La la la) Ready to go?\n[02:38.29] We smoking on that (La, la, la, la-la)\n[02:39.69] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:41.17] We choking on that (La, la, la, la-la)\n[02:41.92] I know the city getting ready (Big Sean!)\n[02:43.52] Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, alright\n[02:46.12] Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night\n[02:49.04] And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Hanh?)\n[02:51.61] Westside (Hanh?), Westside\n[02:52.69] So t—t—tell me, who the freshest of them all?\n[02:57.09] They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls\n[02:59.73] A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n[03:02.53] Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n[03:05.25] I sneak-peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n[03:07.74] Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n[03:10.65] I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n[03:14.28] All over double-Ds, I be absent all week\n[03:16.77] This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for (My niggas)\n[03:19.25] Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door\n[03:22.17] Hold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? (What?)\n[03:25.60] Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Haha)\n[03:28.21] And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\"\n[03:40.41] La, la, la\n[03:44.56] La, la, la, la-la\n[03:46.89] La, la, la, la-la\n[03:49.41] And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\" (Ahh)\n[03:51.70] La, la, la (Oh, yeah)\n[03:55.73] La, la, la, la-la (Oh, oh, oh)\n[03:58.68] La, la, la, la-la (Ooh, wee)\n[04:00.20] Man, we promise\n[04:01.78] Now, put your hands up to the sky\n[04:03.81] Until the day in that we die\n[04:06.69] And we'll be here all evening\n[04:09.64] G.O.O.D. 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Ow!\n Ugh, ugh, la-la-la (Hey, ugh)\n La, la, la, la-la\n La, la, la, la-la\n (They say, ahh) Are you\n (La, la, la, ayy) Ready to go?\n (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me\n (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready\n Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n They don't want Black people to think and drive\n He think he live, he think he cold\n He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n The streets are like the high road that I go across, ugh\n I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n And the weather was unbearably hot\n Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, and forever we hot?\n Are you\n Motherfucker, are you ready or not?\n Ready to go? (Ugh)\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you\n Ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop)\n You can't stop\n This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop) (La, la, la, la-la)\n You can't stop (La, la, la, la-la)\n As Ye flips the piano\n The mood swings, like the change of a channel\n He’s heating up, like they wrapped him in flannel\n Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n Money drive you crazy—look at Marbury’s handle\n Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n Yuugh! On 2012 in 2010\n Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n (Are you)\n While haters wish death upon me, that’s \"Many Men\"\n (Ready to go)\n Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n (I know the city getting ready for me)\n Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n (I know the city getting ready for me)\n (Ahh) Are you\n (La, la, la) Ready to go?\n (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me\n (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready\n (And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\", hey!) Are you\n (La la la) Ready to go?\n We smoking on that (La, la, la, la-la)\n I know the city getting ready for me\n We choking on that (La, la, la, la-la)\n I know the city getting ready (Big Sean!)\n Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, alright\n Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night\n And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Hanh?)\n Westside (Hanh?), Westside\n So t—t—tell me, who the freshest of them all?\n They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls\n A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n I sneak-peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n All over double-Ds, I be absent all week\n This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for (My niggas)\n Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door\n Hold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? (What?)\n Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Haha)\n And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\"\n La, la, la\n La, la, la, la-la\n La, la, la, la-la\n And let me hear you say, \"Ahh\" (Ahh)\n La, la, la (Oh, yeah)\n La, la, la, la-la (Oh, oh, oh)\n La, la, la, la-la (Ooh, wee)\n Man, we promise\n Now, put your hands up to the sky\n Until the day in that we die\n And we'll be here all evening\n G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n Are you\n Ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you\n Ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you\n Ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you\n Ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n"},{"id":2466439,"name":"Good Friday","trackName":"Good Friday","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Fridays","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Party people in the place to be\nYou are now in the midst of a real emcee\nThrow your hands in the air if you real as me\nOooooooh! OW!\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nSuch an easy morning, we on a ride\nAnd I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\nTurn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\nThey don't want black people to think and drive\n\nHe think he live, he think he cold\nHe think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\nEyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\nThe streets are like the high road that I go across\n\nI mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\nThe Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\nAnd the weather wasn't barely hot\nDid I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\nDid I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\nAre you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nThis goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n(Can't stop, you can't stop)\nThis goes out to the all core hip-hop\n(Can't stop, you can't stop)\n\nAs Ye flips the piano\nThe mood swings like the change of a channel\nHe's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\nSelling kilos through your iPod Nano\nCocaine vandal, I induct scandal\nMoney drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\nVaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\nIce cream paint job, something like Breyer's\nEuro tank top, Dior-inspired\nSell it to you hard, no assembly required\nYuugh! In 2012 in 2010\nWhich makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\nFloss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\nWhile haters wish death upon me, that's many men\nYeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\nStop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nNow tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\nDon't worry, we gon' be here all night\nAnd you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\nWestside, Westside\nSo t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\nThey claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\nA nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\nEmcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\nI sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\nMan, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\nI guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\nAll over double D's, I be absent all week\nThis is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\nMan, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\nHold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\nMan, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n\nAnd let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\nAnd let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n(As promised!)\n\nNow put your hands up to the sky\nUntil the day in that we die\nAnd we'll be here all evening\nG.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] Party people in the place to be\n[00:02.19] You are now in the midst of a real emcee\n[00:04.75] Throw your hands in the air if you real as me\n[00:07.41] Oooooooh! OW!\n[00:21.59] Are you ready to go?\n[00:26.65] I know the city getting ready for me\n[00:29.32] I know the city getting ready\n[00:30.52] Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n[00:33.44] And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n[00:36.09] Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n[00:39.34] They don't want black people to think and drive\n[00:41.88] He think he live, he think he cold\n[00:44.64] He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n[00:47.44] Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n[00:50.19] The streets are like the high road that I go across\n[00:52.89] I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n[00:55.85] The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n[00:58.44] And the weather wasn't barely hot\n[01:00.61] Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n[01:03.43] Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\n[01:05.96] Are you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\n[01:10.65] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:13.65] I know the city getting ready\n[01:16.50] Are you ready to go?\n[01:22.06] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:24.70] I know the city getting ready\n[01:25.89] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n[01:27.56] (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n[01:30.88] This goes out to the all core hip-hop\n[01:33.07] (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n[01:38.82] As Ye flips the piano\n[01:40.62] The mood swings like the change of a channel\n[01:43.27] He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\n[01:45.96] Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n[01:48.94] Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n[01:51.46] Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\n[01:54.21] Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n[01:56.86] Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n[02:00.08] Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n[02:02.56] Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n[02:05.35] Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010\n[02:08.13] Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n[02:11.04] Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n[02:13.60] While haters wish death upon me, that's many men\n[02:16.88] Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n[02:19.54] Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n[02:22.69] Are you ready to go?\n[02:28.13] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:31.28] I know the city getting ready\n[02:34.21] Are you ready to go?\n[02:39.47] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:42.25] I know the city getting ready\n[02:42.96] Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\n[02:46.52] Don't worry, we gon' be here all night\n[02:49.15] And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\n[02:51.93] Westside, Westside\n[02:54.12] So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\n[02:56.94] They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\n[02:59.90] A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n[03:02.40] Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n[03:05.31] I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n[03:08.12] Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n[03:10.93] I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n[03:14.39] All over double D's, I be absent all week\n[03:16.68] This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\n[03:19.37] Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\n[03:22.45] Hold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\n[03:25.80] Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n[03:38.23] And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n[03:44.94] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[03:49.26] And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n[03:55.99] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[04:00.48] (As promised!)\n[04:02.40] Now put your hands up to the sky\n[04:04.99] Until the day in that we die\n[04:07.96] And we'll be here all evening\n[04:10.14] G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n[04:14.19] Are you ready to go?\n[04:19.10] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:21.83] I know the city getting ready\n[04:24.90] Are you ready to go?\n[04:30.07] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:33.09] I know the city getting ready\n[04:36.27] Are you ready to go?\n[04:41.30] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:43.94] I know the city getting ready\n[04:47.10] Are you ready to go?\n[04:51.91] I know the city getting ready for me\n[04:55.09] I know the city getting ready\n[05:03.01] I know the city getting ready for me\n[05:05.83] I know the city getting ready\n[05:08.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Good Friday\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. 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OW!\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n They don't want black people to think and drive\n\n He think he live, he think he cold\n He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n The streets are like the high road that I go across\n\n I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n And the weather wasn't barely hot\n Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\n Are you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n This goes out to the all core hip-hop\n (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n\n As Ye flips the piano\n The mood swings like the change of a channel\n He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\n Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\n Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010\n Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n While haters wish death upon me, that's many men\n Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\n Don't worry, we gon' be here all night\n And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\n Westside, Westside\n So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\n They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\n A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n All over double D's, I be absent all week\n This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\n Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\n Hold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\n Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n\n And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n (As promised!)\n\n Now put your hands up to the sky\n Until the day in that we die\n And we'll be here all evening\n G.O.O.D. 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Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\nGone!\n\n(You seek out problems)\n(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\nBut you found it m-therf-cker\n\n[Kanye West]\nI'm here, it's the misogyny\nBad bitches massaging me\nSometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\nSo please don't judge me, ugh, for the following\nFat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\nTake of that Givenchy and let's get raunchy\nI have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\nThe devil stay testing\n'Cause when you chase the pussy it's a sin\nBut if it falls in your lap it's a blessing\nSoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\nFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\nHad used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n[Cyhi The Prynce]\nCyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\nBoy, we looking for trouble\nMaybe if we wasn't black then we wouldn't have struggled\nPlayer, all I got is trap n-ggas and crooks in my huddle\nThey cook and I smuggle\nGot twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\nSo I'm running through them circles,\nBoy I'm looking like Knuckles\nLook at my knuckles, got the hook in 'cause n-ggas was looking\nI've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I'm good for a scuffle\nDon't be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I've tooken a couple\nFeds asking n-ggas questions but I wouldn't rebuttal\n'Cause I'm Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm in the hood with the bubble\nWith a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\nDidn't play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\nRoyal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\nAin't nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\nBut now I'm eating off of rather yellow gold\nExquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\nBut don't get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n'Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n[Big Sean]\nGOOD, I do it\nB.I.G. Sean Don n-gga\n(But you found it mutherf-cker)\nBitch\nI'm in, that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf-cking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks you're not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I don't need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stack's in my trousers\n(Boy)\nNew double-D's smashed in her blouses\nF-ck a hotel, my n-gga we rent houses (houses)\nMy n-gga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nI'm just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy\nI hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n'Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now I'm snapping like yo' ass just finished a poem\nDoes he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\nMeanwhile, I'm chilling with all these n-ggas,\nCounting all this money you ain't\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\nGreet me wit a middle finger when you see me\nIt's cool, 'cause I can't see yo' ass from this side of the TV muthaf-cker\n\n[J. Cole]\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\nDown played me to downgrade me like they don't notice son\nYour shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in 'em\nF-cking hoes while teaching n-ggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son\nHigh as f-ck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say I'm better than Hov, but I'm the closest one\nHeard you looking for trouble, what, I'm supposed to run?\nYo' bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to cum?\nGot n-ggas that'll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of heaven's gate, fronting like you know someone\nTalking hard, but y'all still ain't push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still ain't pussy\nF-ck it, everybody can get it\nWhen you're this hot, everybody's a critic\nBut when you're this high everybody's a midget\nAll this mean mugging from n-ggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half past rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you don't want no problems on some math class sh-t\nSo check the young genius out\nF-ck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real sh-t is what you been fiending 'bout\nWhat you been praying for? What you been screaming 'bout?\nIronic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Looking For Trouble (feat Pusha T, Big Sean, CyHi Da Prynce & J Cole)\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D Friday\n duration_ms: 337000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Pusha T]\n Re-Up Gang Pusha\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it muthaf-cker\n Yes\n All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\n Shoveling that devil's angel up they noses\n Never let jail turn my shine into Moses\n Couldn't cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes\n Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\n Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\n Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\n Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters\n The audacity, war brings casualty\n Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy\n Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi\n R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse\n Gone!\n\n (You seek out problems)\n (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)\n But you found it m-therf-cker\n\n [Kanye West]\n I'm here, it's the misogyny\n Bad bitches massaging me\n Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges\n So please don't judge me, ugh, for the following\n Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\n Take of that Givenchy and let's get raunchy\n I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy\n The devil stay testing\n 'Cause when you chase the pussy it's a sin\n But if it falls in your lap it's a blessing\n Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\n French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\n Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)\n\n [Cyhi The Prynce]\n Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah\n Boy, we looking for trouble\n Maybe if we wasn't black then we wouldn't have struggled\n Player, all I got is trap n-ggas and crooks in my huddle\n They cook and I smuggle\n Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle\n So I'm running through them circles,\n Boy I'm looking like Knuckles\n Look at my knuckles, got the hook in 'cause n-ggas was looking\n I've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I'm good for a scuffle\n Don't be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I've tooken a couple\n Feds asking n-ggas questions but I wouldn't rebuttal\n 'Cause I'm Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm in the hood with the bubble\n With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\n Didn't play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\n Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts\n Ain't nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\n But now I'm eating off of rather yellow gold\n Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\n But don't get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n 'Cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road\n\n [Big Sean]\n GOOD, I do it\n B.I.G. Sean Don n-gga\n (But you found it mutherf-cker)\n Bitch\n I'm in, that no-smoke sec' rolling motherf-cking ounces\n Marijuana mountains, drinks you're not pronouncing\n Three chains on, I don't need no bouncers\n Nothing less than a G stack's in my trousers\n (Boy)\n New double-D's smashed in her blouses\n F-ck a hotel, my n-gga we rent houses (houses)\n My n-gga, we rent houses\n So many wedding rings lost in them couches\n I'm just a Westside lover\n I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\n This is showtime, showtime, boy\n I hope you set the DVR\n Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR\n 'Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\n So now I'm snapping like yo' ass just finished a poem\n Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?\n Meanwhile, I'm chilling with all these n-ggas,\n Counting all this money you ain't\n Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\n A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime\n Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me\n It's cool, 'cause I can't see yo' ass from this side of the TV muthaf-cker\n\n [J. Cole]\n Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\n What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones\n Down played me to downgrade me like they don't notice son\n Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in 'em\n F-cking hoes while teaching n-ggas to hold your sons\n This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son\n High as f-ck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\n Never say I'm better than Hov, but I'm the closest one\n Heard you looking for trouble, what, I'm supposed to run?\n Yo' bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to cum?\n Got n-ggas that'll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\n Now you outside of heaven's gate, fronting like you know someone\n Talking hard, but y'all still ain't push me\n They say you are what you eat, and I still ain't pussy\n F-ck it, everybody can get it\n When you're this hot, everybody's a critic\n But when you're this high everybody's a midget\n All this mean mugging from n-ggas that mean nothing\n Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\n Went from quarter to broke to half past rich\n With my badass bitch\n And you don't want no problems on some math class sh-t\n So check the young genius out\n F-ck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\n I thought that real sh-t is what you been fiending 'bout\n What you been praying for? What you been screaming 'bout?\n Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout\n"},{"id":16999571,"name":"Runaway Love (feat. Justin Bieber & Raekwon) [Remix]","trackName":"Runaway Love (feat. Justin Bieber & Raekwon) [Remix]","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\nYou been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\nI'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\nSo I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\nLet's have a toast for the douchebags\nLet's have a toast for the assholes\nLet's have a toast for the scumbags\nEvery one of them that I know\n\nLet's have a toast for the jerkoffs\nThat'll never take work off\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away fast as you can\n\nShe find pictures in my email\nI sent this bitch a picture of my dick\nI don't know what it is with females\nBut I'm not too good at that shit\n\nSee, I could have me a good girl\nAnd still be addicted to them hoodrats\nAnd I just blame everything on you\nAt least you know that's what I'm good at\n\nAnd I always find, Yeah, I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\nYou been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\nI'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\nSo I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\nLet's have a toast for the douchebags\nLet's have a toast for the assholes\nLet's have a toast for the scumbags\nEvery one of them that I know\n\nLet's have a toast for the jerkoffs\nThat'll never take work off\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away fast as you can\n\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\n\n...I get crazy\nJust run away\n...I got a plan\nRun away as fast as you can\n\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\n\nman i'm about to get crazy\nWhy can't she just run away?\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away as fast as you can\n\n[Pusha T]\n24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind\nI-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it\nNow pick your next move,\nyou could leave or live wit' it\n\nIchabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off\nSplit and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, ha?\nKnock it off, Neiman's, shop it off\nLet's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off\n\nHoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers\nYou can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas\nEvery bag, every blouse, every bracelet\nComes wit' a price tag, baby, face it\n\nYou should leave if you can't accept the basics\nPlenty hos in the baller-nigga matrix\nInvisibly set, the Rolex is faceless\nI'm just young, rich, and tasteless\nP!\n\n[Kanye]\nNever was much of a romantic\nI could never take the intimacy\nAnd I know I did damage\n'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me\n\nI'm guessin' you're at an advantage\n'Cause you could blame me for everything\nAnd I don't know how I'ma manage\nIf one day you just up and leave\n\nAnd I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\nYou been puttin' up with my shit just way too long\nI'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\nSo I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\nLet's have a toast for the douchebags\nLet's have a toast for the assholes\nLet's have a toast for the scumbags\nEvery one of them that I know\n\nLet's have a toast for the jerkoffs\nThat'll never take work off\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away fast as you can","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Runaway Love (feat. Justin Bieber & Raekwon) [Remix]\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. Friday\n duration_ms: 279000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\n You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\n I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\n So I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\n Let's have a toast for the douchebags\n Let's have a toast for the assholes\n Let's have a toast for the scumbags\n Every one of them that I know\n\n Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs\n That'll never take work off\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away fast as you can\n\n She find pictures in my email\n I sent this bitch a picture of my dick\n I don't know what it is with females\n But I'm not too good at that shit\n\n See, I could have me a good girl\n And still be addicted to them hoodrats\n And I just blame everything on you\n At least you know that's what I'm good at\n\n And I always find, Yeah, I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\n You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\n I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\n So I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\n Let's have a toast for the douchebags\n Let's have a toast for the assholes\n Let's have a toast for the scumbags\n Every one of them that I know\n\n Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs\n That'll never take work off\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away fast as you can\n\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n\n ...I get crazy\n Just run away\n ...I got a plan\n Run away as fast as you can\n\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n\n man i'm about to get crazy\n Why can't she just run away?\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away as fast as you can\n\n [Pusha T]\n 24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind\n I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it\n Now pick your next move,\n you could leave or live wit' it\n\n Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off\n Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, ha?\n Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off\n Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off\n\n Hoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers\n You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas\n Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet\n Comes wit' a price tag, baby, face it\n\n You should leave if you can't accept the basics\n Plenty hos in the baller-nigga matrix\n Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless\n I'm just young, rich, and tasteless\n P!\n\n [Kanye]\n Never was much of a romantic\n I could never take the intimacy\n And I know I did damage\n 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me\n\n I'm guessin' you're at an advantage\n 'Cause you could blame me for everything\n And I don't know how I'ma manage\n If one day you just up and leave\n\n And I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\n You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long\n I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\n So I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\n Let's have a toast for the douchebags\n Let's have a toast for the assholes\n Let's have a toast for the scumbags\n Every one of them that I know\n\n Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs\n That'll never take work off\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away fast as you can\n"},{"id":22912034,"name":"Power (feat. JAY Z & Swizz Beatz) [Remix]","trackName":"Power (feat. JAY Z & Swizz Beatz) [Remix]","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Power (Remix)\nKanye West\nIs this thing on?\nOh, I thought they silenced us, Ye\nPower to the people\n\nWe living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit\nThe penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private\nNew watches; you know what time it is, watch us\n\nThey can't stop us, the prophets, biatches!\n\nNo one man should have all that power\nThe clock's ticking, I just count the hours\n\nStop tripping, I'm tripping off the power\n(No one man should have all that power)\n\nRumble, young man, rumble\nLife is a trip, so sometimes we gonna stumble\nYou gotta go through pain in order to become you\nBut once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one you\nNow you got the power to do anything you want to\nUntil you ask yourself, \"Is this what it's all come to?\"\nLooking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof\nBut do you have the power to get out from up under you\nFuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you\nThey're trying to Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle\n\nTo be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit\nIn search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift\nTell her this\n\nNow when I walk in, everybody do the \"Power\" clap\nFresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap\nI seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap\nMy socket was out the plug, now it's time to get the power back\nI seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power\nPower to the people at last, it's a new hour\nNow we all ain't going be American Idols\nBut you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral, huh\n\nTake the power in your own hands\nI'm a grown man, doing my grown dance\nI don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch\nI'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit\n\nNow everything I'm rhyming on cause a Ramadan\nBeen a don, praying for the families lost in the storm\nBring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran\n\nSo the next couple bars, I'mma drop 'em in Islam\nThey say as-salamu alaykum say wa alaikum assalam\nThat's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom\nNow the question is, how we going stop the next Vietnam\nKeep Flex out of Korea, cause you know he drop bombs\n\nShowtime\nHey, yo, Yeezy\nStop playing with these people, man\nThey want see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, man\nTake that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man\nYou know what I'm talking about\n\nWhat do it mean to be the boss\nIt mean second place is the first one who lost\nThe crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross\nTruth or fiction, it's a hell of a cost, do the dishes\nI'm about to hit that Jeff Gordon\nMichael Jordan, the only one more important\nBut I be feeling like Jordan when I'm recording\n'Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards\nI don't know what these rappers gonna do afterwards\nProlly spaz like I might do at the awards\nHuh, I got the whole crowd going crazy\nHomie, I should be rewarded\nGettin' money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh\nEating Wheaties, drinkin' Fiji, being greedy, huh\nDon't even think you can allude to the rumors\nI'm immune to the boos, I'ma prove to you losers\nIt's all in time, my nigga\nSee, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga\nNow Jay my big brother and B my lil sister\nAnd excuse me, but you can't see my lil sister\nNumber one sound across the board, hey\nNumber one now and forevermore, hey\nNumber one rule is niggas don't hate\nMaybe I'll drop the album, nah, all y'all gotta wait\nAnd on the net, they showing pictures of my Cali place\nMy Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates\nAll my old girls know that I'm the one that got away\nI think about at Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway\nAnd keep my bulletproof hater coat on\nLooking at some photos that I'm looking crazy dope on\nHand up, talking shit, yeah, I get my Pope on\nAnd go home with something to poke on\nThat's what Dre said, but this what Ye said\n\nHow Ye doing? Who Ye screwin?\nThat's for my dick to know, before you get to know him\nShe ain't give you ass, that pussy fictional\nI gotta give her the eviction note\n'Tis, get yo' ass out, bitch, vamonos\nFive seconds to the song and we getting close\nI got the power, motherfucker, if you didn't know\n\nChill, chill, chill, chill, man\nChill, Ye, chill\nShit's burned up already\nIt's over","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] Power (Remix)\n[00:03.69] Kanye West\n[00:04.47] Is this thing on?\n[00:06.95] Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye\n[00:11.24] Power to the people\n[00:14.61] We living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit\n[00:18.45] The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private\n[00:21.70] New watches; you know what time it is, watch us\n[00:24.98] They can't stop us, the prophets, biatches!\n[00:27.96] No one man should have all that power\n[00:31.18] The clock's ticking, I just count the hours\n[00:34.34] Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power\n[00:37.08] (No one man should have all that power)\n[00:40.52] Rumble, young man, rumble\n[00:42.55] Life is a trip, so sometimes we gonna stumble\n[00:45.76] You gotta go through pain in order to become you\n[00:48.51] But once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one you\n[00:51.75] Now you got the power to do anything you want to\n[00:54.95] Until you ask yourself, \"Is this what it's all come to?\"\n[00:58.23] Looking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof\n[01:01.48] But do you have the power to get out from up under you\n[01:04.94] Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you\n[01:07.89] They're trying to Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle\n[01:11.23] To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit\n[01:14.14] In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift\n[01:17.48] Tell her this\n[01:36.25] Now when I walk in, everybody do the \"Power\" clap\n[01:42.43] Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap\n[01:48.13] I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap\n[01:54.98] My socket was out the plug, now it's time to get the power back\n[02:00.35] I seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power\n[02:04.65] Power to the people at last, it's a new hour\n[02:07.77] Now we all ain't going be American Idols\n[02:10.92] But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral, huh\n[02:15.11] Take the power in your own hands\n[02:17.51] I'm a grown man, doing my grown dance\n[02:20.54] I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch\n[02:23.66] I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit\n[02:51.52] Now everything I'm rhyming on cause a Ramadan\n[02:55.02] Been a don, praying for the families lost in the storm\n[02:58.03] Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran\n[03:01.11] So the next couple bars, I'mma drop 'em in Islam\n[03:04.27] They say as-salamu alaykum say wa alaikum assalam\n[03:07.52] That's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom\n[03:10.73] Now the question is, how we going stop the next Vietnam\n[03:13.63] Keep Flex out of Korea, cause you know he drop bombs\n[03:16.88] Showtime\n[03:17.55] Hey, yo, Yeezy\n[03:18.99] Stop playing with these people, man\n[03:20.34] They want see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, man\n[03:23.09] Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man\n[03:25.27] You know what I'm talking about\n[03:26.78] What do it mean to be the boss\n[03:28.98] It mean second place is the first one who lost\n[03:31.20] The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross\n[03:33.73] Truth or fiction, it's a hell of a cost, do the dishes\n[03:36.87] I'm about to hit that Jeff Gordon\n[03:39.56] Michael Jordan, the only one more important\n[03:41.96] But I be feeling like Jordan when I'm recording\n[03:44.01] 'Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards\n[03:46.64] I don't know what these rappers gonna do afterwards\n[03:49.12] Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards\n[03:51.67] Huh, I got the whole crowd going crazy\n[03:54.01] Homie, I 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Who Ye screwin?\n[04:49.94] That's for my dick to know, before you get to know him\n[04:52.32] She ain't give you ass, that pussy fictional\n[04:54.97] I gotta give her the eviction note\n[04:57.21] 'Tis, get yo' ass out, bitch, vamonos\n[04:59.74] Five seconds to the song and we getting close\n[05:02.22] I got the power, motherfucker, if you didn't know\n[05:04.63] Chill, chill, chill, chill, man\n[05:06.22] Chill, Ye, chill\n[05:09.04] Shit's burned up already\n[05:10.98] It's over\n[05:12.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Power (feat. JAY Z & Swizz Beatz) [Remix]\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. 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Gucci store (tell 'em)\nWhen I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true)\nAll I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (yeah)\nAll I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe\n\nDeuce and Ye\nWe like Snoop and Dre\nAnd it's your birthday, baby\nYou deserve a coupe today, wow\n\nYou in first place, you in first place\nBad bitch contest, you in first place","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Yeah\n[00:02.94] Birthday, it's your birthday\n[00:05.61] If I die bury me inside that Louis store\n[00:08.78] They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah)\n[00:12.16] And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah)\n[00:15.82] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (true)\n[00:18.90] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (tell 'em)\n[00:22.36] When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em)\n[00:25.72] When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true)\n[00:29.17] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (yeah)\n[00:32.22] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe 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on her mama crib\n[02:22.14] Went to her niece's graduation, man, I hate those kids\n[02:25.55] Last birthday, she got you a new sweater\n[02:28.95] Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, \"Do better\"\n[02:32.10] She said, \"How 'bout I get you kids from the West End?\"\n[02:35.86] How 'bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend?\n[02:39.58] Ha, I'm jokin', I'm just serious, I asked her\n[02:42.41] \"Don't be actin' like no actress, if we preachin' then we practice\n[02:45.89] Don't be reachin', don't be touchin' shit\n[02:47.46] We in Kanye West's Benz\n[02:49.72] 'Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian, hah\"\n[02:52.94] They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah)\n[02:56.32] And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah)\n[02:59.78] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (true)\n[03:03.19] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (tell 'em)\n[03:06.60] When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em)\n[03:10.10] When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true)\n[03:13.73] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (yeah)\n[03:16.94] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe\n[03:20.68] It's your birthday (yeah) it's your birthday (uh)\n[03:24.06] Bad bitch contest, you in first place\n[03:27.45] You in first place, you in first place\n[03:30.60] Bad bitch contest, you in first place\n[03:34.60] I show up with a check to your work place\n[03:37.72] Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercedes\n[03:41.18] Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on\n[03:44.56] What I'm seein' from the back I can't front on\n[03:48.23] They ask me what I do and who I do it for\n[03:51.61] When I die, bury me inside the booty club\n[03:55.02] Get it girl, get it girl, get it, get it, girl\n[03:58.80] I might switch it up and get you girl\n[04:01.97] They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah)\n[04:05.15] And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah)\n[04:08.54] All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe 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Let's design it up!\nChristmas in Harlem\nRight after autumn falls\nSoakin' it all in\nThen we go hit the mall\nEven though we ain't ballin'\nFeels like we bought it all\nThe mistletoe's right here\nCome give a kiss to Santa Claus\nLenox Ave to Saint Nick\nNever seen St Nick\nJust niggas selling the same nicks, the same bricks\nSame hustlers running up the broadway\nThat's where the snow's at, taste it, foreplay\nNo turkey or greens, just Jimbo's\nChristmas lights in project windows\nShouts to the coldest on my barometer\nBerkman, Shapiro, Kalina, Hanukkah (My lawyers)\nAll the flashin' lights up on a tree\nThe house lit up ni-ice\nWit' your family's where you wanna be\nHere on Christmas night\nWhen you wake up and you see the gifts\nDon't that make you feel go-ood?\nSo since we all snowed in in Harlem\nLet's have Christmas in the hoo-hood\nAll of the flashin' lights\nYeah, when they shine so bright\nAlways for you and me\nBaby, you're Christmas Eve\nIf you like what you see\nWon't you come sit on my knee?\nTell me everything that you want\n'Cause, baby, I'm your Santa Claus\nChristmas in Harlem\nRight after autumn falls\nSoakin' it all in\nThen we go hit the mall\nEven though we ain't ballin'\nFeels like we bought it all\nThe mistletoe's right here\nCome give a kiss to Santa Claus","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.55] Christmas in Harlem\n[00:08.11] Right after autumn falls\n[00:11.14] Soakin' it all in\n[00:13.17] Then we go hit the mall\n[00:16.56] Even though we ain't ballin'\n[00:18.42] Feels like we bought it all\n[00:22.09] The mistletoe's right here\n[00:24.12] Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n[00:27.14] Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night\n[00:29.47] Huh, now we all livin' the good life\n[00:32.28] Yeah, though it's forty below the wind chill\n[00:35.00] And we wipin' snow up off the windshield\n[00:37.94] It's still, wonderful night to be alive, baby\n[00:40.24] And I'm, so happy I'm with my baby\n[00:43.35] And we a little late with the Christmas 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NoDoz pills\n[03:52.69] I caught her looking at my Rollie as my mojo spills\n[03:55.32] Snowflakey on the bezel\n[03:57.06] Hope you know those real\n[03:58.30] Okay my white girl Veronica\n[03:59.58] Black girl Monica\n[04:01.23] Got me celebrating ChristmaHanuKwanzaakah\n[04:04.15] Rocking dashikis with a yarmulke\n[04:06.89] Where the Christmas tree at? 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text: The mistletoe's right here\n start_ms: 379090\n end_ms: 381390\n- text: Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n start_ms: 381390\nplain: |-\n Christmas in Harlem\n Right after autumn falls\n Soakin' it all in\n Then we go hit the mall\n Even though we ain't ballin'\n Feels like we bought it all\n The mistletoe's right here\n Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night\n Huh, now we all livin' the good life\n Yeah, though it's forty below the wind chill\n And we wipin' snow up off the windshield\n It's still, wonderful night to be alive, baby\n And I'm, so happy I'm with my baby\n And we a little late with the Christmas gifts\n Rushin' for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy\n The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially\n Told her that \"You the star at the top of my Christmas tree\"\n My only question is, \"Where my presents?\"\n She said, \"Shhh\" she got a gift for me that ain't for the kids to see\n Well, I like the way you think, mami\n Now pour some more eggnog in you drink, mami\n You've been a bad girl, give Santa three kisses\n Gave her the hot chocolate, she said \"It's Dee-ricious\"\n Christmas in Harlem\n Right after autumn falls\n Soakin' it all in\n Then we go hit the mall\n Even though we ain't ballin'\n Feels like we bought it all\n The mistletoe's right here\n Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n And I remember when I couldn't play Santa Claus\n No reindeer's, just horses and a Panamera Porcshe\n We on two fifth shopping, what the damage cost\n I got your fam' while you bidding in the can up north\n Woops, I'm at Niemens I hope they still got em\n You want the thigh high spikes with the red bottoms\n Let's make a toast cause Christ is born\n We gon' party all night til the lights come on\n Christmas in Harlem\n Right after autumn falls\n Soakin' it all in\n Then we go hit the mall\n Even though we ain't ballin'\n Feels like we bought it all\n The mistletoe's right here\n Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n Yeah, mom and dad I won't be home for the holidays\n I'm over 800 miles away\n In the city that's so pretty\n Where the hustlers dash through the snow without a sleigh\n Tell my family that I'm sorry that I gotta stay\n I'm with Ye at the Macy Day parade\n Letting the snow fall on my aviator shades\n Even though I'm in New York I'm still reppin' for the A\n Christmas in Harlem\n Right after autumn falls\n Soakin' it all in\n Then we go hit the mall\n Even though we ain't ballin'\n Feels like we bought it all\n The mistletoe's right here\n Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n On the stoop of that Brownstone shoveling the brownstone\n Santa's on a diet, gotta get the pounds gone\n Down town got me feeling like it's Dow Jones\n But uptown got me feeling like it's down home\n Snow like sugar hill\n Chains on wheels\n We turn our two doors into snowmobiles\n We got our own style, no Soho feel\n Put on your play clothes, how that logo feel?\n Oh, pause for them photo stills\n You don't wanna miss a moment\n Where's your NoDoz pills\n I caught her looking at my Rollie as my mojo spills\n Snowflakey on the bezel\n Hope you know those real\n Okay my white girl Veronica\n Black girl Monica\n Got me celebrating ChristmaHanuKwanzaakah\n Rocking dashikis with a yarmulke\n Where the Christmas tree at? Let's design it up!\n Christmas in Harlem\n Right after autumn falls\n Soakin' it all in\n Then we go hit the mall\n Even though we ain't ballin'\n Feels like we bought it all\n The mistletoe's right here\n Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n Lenox Ave to Saint Nick\n Never seen St Nick\n Just niggas selling the same nicks, the same bricks\n Same hustlers running up the broadway\n That's where the snow's at, taste it, foreplay\n No turkey or greens, just Jimbo's\n Christmas lights in project windows\n Shouts to the coldest on my barometer\n Berkman, Shapiro, Kalina, Hanukkah (My lawyers)\n All the flashin' lights up on a tree\n The house lit up ni-ice\n Wit' your family's where you wanna be\n Here on Christmas night\n When you wake up and you see the gifts\n Don't that make you feel go-ood?\n So since we all snowed in in Harlem\n Let's have Christmas in the hoo-hood\n All of the flashin' lights\n Yeah, when they shine so bright\n Always for you and me\n Baby, you're Christmas Eve\n If you like what you see\n Won't you come sit on my knee?\n Tell me everything that you want\n 'Cause, baby, I'm your Santa Claus\n Christmas in Harlem\n Right after autumn falls\n Soakin' it all in\n Then we go hit the mall\n Even though we ain't ballin'\n Feels like we bought it all\n The mistletoe's right here\n Come give a kiss to Santa Claus\n"},{"id":27395725,"name":"Chain Heavy (feat. Talib Kweli & Consequence)","trackName":"Chain Heavy (feat. Talib Kweli & Consequence)","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday","duration":366.759184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\nThey try to tell me my chain broke the levy,\nMaybe cuz its flooded,\nWhy you walkin' round with a baby cross his cousin,\nMy teeth already white yall gone make me floss for nothing,\nMy teeth real diamonds what's the cause of the frontin',\nWhile yall got all caps on?,\nDon Cheadle Time,\nGet extra black on em',\nBurn Hollywood burn,\nTake too long for n-ggas to get their turn,\nProbably be cremated before I get my urn,\nThey try to tell me that aliens built the pyramids,\nI swear life's a bitch on a period,\nFor every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx,\nI make my jeweler add a few more links,\nYou can look at me and dont f-ck what nobody thinks,\nAnd my face always lookin' like somebody stinks.\n\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\nHere we go, like we should\nFeel the sweat, on ya face\nHere we go, like we should\nFeel the sweat, on ya face\nAlright, okay\nHere we go, like we should, like we should, like we should\n\nQuestion.\nWhat color was the skin of the man who bared the cross?\nNo matter how many lashes they couldn't beat it off,\nHow many caskets will we see in one lifetime?\nThat's why its Miles Davis Kobe it's mic time,\nI keep that G.O.A.T book on the ottoman,\nAnd wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered in the 1800's,\nYall forget that I got called n-gger on Twitter so many times,\nYo I lived that,\nNow I'm just trying to find where to raise my kids at,\nCuz they don't want n-ggas next to where they crib at,\nHey real Tom lookin' for a nice park,\nTwelve noon she say my family gone make it too dark,\nThis is the flow that solar eclipses,\nSo hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse the bullshit,\nThey got us listenin' to,\nIn this existence,\nDon't give up now just a little more persistence,\nI am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson,\nKeep 'em away huh, something might happen,\nThis is the making of a masterpiece,\nSo we broke out the chains and told the Master Peace.\n\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\nSome wear a suit and tie, they dont wanna remain average\nSome wear a suit and tie like a chain in a straight jacket\nMy chain heavy stopping that traffic\nCoppers harrass us, the DA attack us want us in chains like BA Baracus\nAnd a major factor in my decision to be a rapper was rebellion\nBeing anti-establishment was attractive to a black kid from Brooklyn\nFlames got them things cooking, land of the jooks\nWhere the lames got the chains tooken\nIt aint looking good for you if you a tourist\nYeah sometimes our rhymes is on a frequency that only purists hear\nA couple rappers try to beef with me, nobody scared\nN-ggas was so f-cking corny that nobody cared\nWhy I gotta battle rappers, I debate scholars\nQuestion: Do it gotta make sense if it make dollars?\nSick visions is living inside our brains\nIts like sadomasochistic addicted to whips and chains\nFiguratively quite, literally, clinically insane spit flames when I vist the higher planes\nTry in vain to ignore, don't buy the chain if you can't afford it\n'Ye them load of a-whores by the boards trust\n\nUh, that old ball and chain had me chained up for weeks\nOf course Im off the chain as soon as I hit the streets\nAnd now when we leak she saying the games over\nI drove her crazy and she became a chain smoker\nNow the new dude she saying that could stay over\nShould be a chain who goes by the name of choker\nThats what he did when she told him he should play this over\nSo the chains on, throw em on the way over\nBut when I came over, his only response\nWell be the owner of a chain of restaurants\nCause I'mma eat your food for that chain that I worn\nCause you be running round like the chain makes the man\nSo it obvious that he don't know the chain of command\nCause my chain commands, that kind of respect\nAnd its so chunky that its a pain in the neck\nBut it came with a check, I remember on chaining day\nIt spoke for itself and this is what the chain would say\n\"Them chain snatchers are hoping that you aint ready\nSo don't get distracted keep your aim steady\nOr there'll be a chain reactionsince my chains heavy\"\n\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\nMy chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\nMy chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Chain Heavy (feat. Talib Kweli & Consequence)\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. Friday\n duration_ms: 366759\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\n They try to tell me my chain broke the levy,\n Maybe cuz its flooded,\n Why you walkin' round with a baby cross his cousin,\n My teeth already white yall gone make me floss for nothing,\n My teeth real diamonds what's the cause of the frontin',\n While yall got all caps on?,\n Don Cheadle Time,\n Get extra black on em',\n Burn Hollywood burn,\n Take too long for n-ggas to get their turn,\n Probably be cremated before I get my urn,\n They try to tell me that aliens built the pyramids,\n I swear life's a bitch on a period,\n For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx,\n I make my jeweler add a few more links,\n You can look at me and dont f-ck what nobody thinks,\n And my face always lookin' like somebody stinks.\n\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\n Here we go, like we should\n Feel the sweat, on ya face\n Here we go, like we should\n Feel the sweat, on ya face\n Alright, okay\n Here we go, like we should, like we should, like we should\n\n Question.\n What color was the skin of the man who bared the cross?\n No matter how many lashes they couldn't beat it off,\n How many caskets will we see in one lifetime?\n That's why its Miles Davis Kobe it's mic time,\n I keep that G.O.A.T book on the ottoman,\n And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered in the 1800's,\n Yall forget that I got called n-gger on Twitter so many times,\n Yo I lived that,\n Now I'm just trying to find where to raise my kids at,\n Cuz they don't want n-ggas next to where they crib at,\n Hey real Tom lookin' for a nice park,\n Twelve noon she say my family gone make it too dark,\n This is the flow that solar eclipses,\n So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse the bullshit,\n They got us listenin' to,\n In this existence,\n Don't give up now just a little more persistence,\n I am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson,\n Keep 'em away huh, something might happen,\n This is the making of a masterpiece,\n So we broke out the chains and told the Master Peace.\n\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\n Some wear a suit and tie, they dont wanna remain average\n Some wear a suit and tie like a chain in a straight jacket\n My chain heavy stopping that traffic\n Coppers harrass us, the DA attack us want us in chains like BA Baracus\n And a major factor in my decision to be a rapper was rebellion\n Being anti-establishment was attractive to a black kid from Brooklyn\n Flames got them things cooking, land of the jooks\n Where the lames got the chains tooken\n It aint looking good for you if you a tourist\n Yeah sometimes our rhymes is on a frequency that only purists hear\n A couple rappers try to beef with me, nobody scared\n N-ggas was so f-cking corny that nobody cared\n Why I gotta battle rappers, I debate scholars\n Question: Do it gotta make sense if it make dollars?\n Sick visions is living inside our brains\n Its like sadomasochistic addicted to whips and chains\n Figuratively quite, literally, clinically insane spit flames when I vist the higher planes\n Try in vain to ignore, don't buy the chain if you can't afford it\n 'Ye them load of a-whores by the boards trust\n\n Uh, that old ball and chain had me chained up for weeks\n Of course Im off the chain as soon as I hit the streets\n And now when we leak she saying the games over\n I drove her crazy and she became a chain smoker\n Now the new dude she saying that could stay over\n Should be a chain who goes by the name of choker\n Thats what he did when she told him he should play this over\n So the chains on, throw em on the way over\n But when I came over, his only response\n Well be the owner of a chain of restaurants\n Cause I'mma eat your food for that chain that I worn\n Cause you be running round like the chain makes the man\n So it obvious that he don't know the chain of command\n Cause my chain commands, that kind of respect\n And its so chunky that its a pain in the neck\n But it came with a check, I remember on chaining day\n It spoke for itself and this is what the chain would say\n \"Them chain snatchers are hoping that you aint ready\n So don't get distracted keep your aim steady\n Or there'll be a chain reactionsince my chains heavy\"\n\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n"},{"id":28484002,"name":"Runaway Love (Remix, feat. Justin Bieber & Raekwon)","trackName":"Runaway Love (Remix, feat. Justin Bieber & Raekwon)","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\nYou been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\nI'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\nSo I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\nLet's have a toast for the douchebags\nLet's have a toast for the assholes\nLet's have a toast for the scumbags\nEvery one of them that I know\n\nLet's have a toast for the jerkoffs\nThat'll never take work off\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away fast as you can\n\nShe find pictures in my email\nI sent this bitch a picture of my dick\nI don't know what it is with females\nBut I'm not too good at that shit\n\nSee, I could have me a good girl\nAnd still be addicted to them hoodrats\nAnd I just blame everything on you\nAt least you know that's what I'm good at\n\nAnd I always find, Yeah, I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\nYou been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\nI'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\nSo I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\nLet's have a toast for the douchebags\nLet's have a toast for the assholes\nLet's have a toast for the scumbags\nEvery one of them that I know\n\nLet's have a toast for the jerkoffs\nThat'll never take work off\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away fast as you can\n\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\n\n...I get crazy\nJust run away\n...I got a plan\nRun away as fast as you can\n\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\nRun away from me, baby\nRun away\n\nMan i'm about to get crazy\nWhy can't she just run away?\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away as fast as you can\n\n[Pusha T]\n24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind\nI-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it\nNow pick your next move,\nYou could leave or live wit' it\n\nIchabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off\nSplit and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, ha?\nKnock it off, Neiman's, shop it off\nLet's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off\n\nHoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers\nYou can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas\nEvery bag, every blouse, every bracelet\nComes wit' a price tag, baby, face it\n\nYou should leave if you can't accept the basics\nPlenty hos in the baller-nigga matrix\nInvisibly set, the Rolex is faceless\nI'm just young, rich, and tasteless\nP!\n\n[Kanye]\nNever was much of a romantic\nI could never take the intimacy\nAnd I know I did damage\n'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me\n\nI'm guessin' you're at an advantage\n'Cause you could blame me for everything\nAnd I don't know how I'ma manage\nIf one day you just up and leave\n\nAnd I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\nYou been puttin' up with my shit just way too long\nI'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\nSo I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\nLet's have a toast for the douchebags\nLet's have a toast for the assholes\nLet's have a toast for the scumbags\nEvery one of them that I know\n\nLet's have a toast for the jerkoffs\nThat'll never take work off\nBaby, I got a plan\nRun away fast as you can","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Runaway Love (Remix, feat. Justin Bieber & Raekwon)\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. Friday\n duration_ms: 279000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\n You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\n I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\n So I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\n Let's have a toast for the douchebags\n Let's have a toast for the assholes\n Let's have a toast for the scumbags\n Every one of them that I know\n\n Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs\n That'll never take work off\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away fast as you can\n\n She find pictures in my email\n I sent this bitch a picture of my dick\n I don't know what it is with females\n But I'm not too good at that shit\n\n See, I could have me a good girl\n And still be addicted to them hoodrats\n And I just blame everything on you\n At least you know that's what I'm good at\n\n And I always find, Yeah, I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\n You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long\n I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\n So I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\n Let's have a toast for the douchebags\n Let's have a toast for the assholes\n Let's have a toast for the scumbags\n Every one of them that I know\n\n Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs\n That'll never take work off\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away fast as you can\n\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n\n ...I get crazy\n Just run away\n ...I got a plan\n Run away as fast as you can\n\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n Run away from me, baby\n Run away\n\n Man i'm about to get crazy\n Why can't she just run away?\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away as fast as you can\n\n [Pusha T]\n 24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind\n I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it\n Now pick your next move,\n You could leave or live wit' it\n\n Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off\n Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, ha?\n Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off\n Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off\n\n Hoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers\n You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas\n Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet\n Comes wit' a price tag, baby, face it\n\n You should leave if you can't accept the basics\n Plenty hos in the baller-nigga matrix\n Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless\n I'm just young, rich, and tasteless\n P!\n\n [Kanye]\n Never was much of a romantic\n I could never take the intimacy\n And I know I did damage\n 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me\n\n I'm guessin' you're at an advantage\n 'Cause you could blame me for everything\n And I don't know how I'ma manage\n If one day you just up and leave\n\n And I always find, Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong\n You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long\n I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most\n So I think it's time for us to have a toast\n\n Let's have a toast for the douchebags\n Let's have a toast for the assholes\n Let's have a toast for the scumbags\n Every one of them that I know\n\n Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs\n That'll never take work off\n Baby, I got a plan\n Run away fast as you can\n"},{"id":28483992,"name":"Power (Remix, feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz)","trackName":"Power (Remix, feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz)","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. 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Who Ye screwin?\nThat's for my dick to know, before you get to know him\nShe ain't give you ass, that pussy fictional\nI gotta give her the eviction note\n'Tis, get yo' ass out, bitch, vamonos\nFive seconds to the song and we getting close\nI got the power, motherfucker, if you didn't know\n\nChill, chill, chill, chill, man\nChill, Ye, chill\nShit's burned up already\nIt's over","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] Power (Remix)\n[00:03.69] Kanye West\n[00:04.47] Is this thing on?\n[00:06.95] Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye\n[00:11.24] Power to the people\n[00:14.61] We living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit\n[00:18.45] The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private\n[00:21.70] New watches; you know what time it is, watch us\n[00:24.98] They can't stop us, the prophets, biatches!\n[00:27.96] No one man should have all that power\n[00:31.18] The clock's ticking, I just count the hours\n[00:34.34] Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power\n[00:37.08] (No one man should have 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Who Ye screwin?\n That's for my dick to know, before you get to know him\n She ain't give you ass, that pussy fictional\n I gotta give her the eviction note\n 'Tis, get yo' ass out, bitch, vamonos\n Five seconds to the song and we getting close\n I got the power, motherfucker, if you didn't know\n\n Chill, chill, chill, chill, man\n Chill, Ye, chill\n Shit's burned up already\n It's over\n"},{"id":34732214,"name":"Good Friday","trackName":"Good Friday","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Fridays 09.10.10","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Party people in the place to be\nYou are now in the midst of a real emcee\nThrow your hands in the air if you real as me\nOooooooh! OW!\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nSuch an easy morning, we on a ride\nAnd I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\nTurn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\nThey don't want black people to think and drive\n\nHe think he live, he think he cold\nHe think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\nEyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\nThe streets are like the high road that I go across\n\nI mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\nThe Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\nAnd the weather wasn't barely hot\nDid I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\nDid I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\nAre you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nThis goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n(Can't stop, you can't stop)\nThis goes out to the all core hip-hop\n(Can't stop, you can't stop)\n\nAs Ye flips the piano\nThe mood swings like the change of a channel\nHe's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\nSelling kilos through your iPod Nano\nCocaine vandal, I induct scandal\nMoney drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\nVaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\nIce cream paint job, something like Breyer's\nEuro tank top, Dior-inspired\nSell it to you hard, no assembly required\nYuugh! In 2012 in 2010\nWhich makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\nFloss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\nWhile haters wish death upon me, that's many men\nYeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\nStop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nNow tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\nDon't worry, we gon' be here all night\nAnd you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\nWestside, Westside\nSo t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\nThey claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\nA nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\nEmcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\nI sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\nMan, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\nI guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\nAll over double D's, I be absent all week\nThis is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\nMan, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\nHold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\nMan, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n\nAnd let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\nAnd let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n(As promised!)\n\nNow put your hands up to the sky\nUntil the day in that we die\nAnd we'll be here all evening\nG.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend\n\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\nAre you ready to go?\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready\n\nI know the city getting ready for me\nI know the city getting ready","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] Party people in the place to be\n[00:02.19] You are now in the midst of a real emcee\n[00:04.75] Throw your hands in the air if you real as me\n[00:07.41] Oooooooh! OW!\n[00:21.59] Are you ready to go?\n[00:26.65] I know the city getting ready for me\n[00:29.32] I know the city getting ready\n[00:30.52] Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n[00:33.44] And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n[00:36.09] Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n[00:39.34] They don't want black people to think and drive\n[00:41.88] He think he live, he think he cold\n[00:44.64] He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n[00:47.44] Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n[00:50.19] The streets are like the high road that I go across\n[00:52.89] I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n[00:55.85] The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n[00:58.44] And the weather wasn't barely hot\n[01:00.61] Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n[01:03.43] Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\n[01:05.96] Are you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\n[01:10.65] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:13.65] I know the city getting ready\n[01:16.50] Are you ready to go?\n[01:22.06] I know the city getting ready for me\n[01:24.70] I know the city getting ready\n[01:25.89] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n[01:27.56] (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n[01:30.88] This goes out to the all core hip-hop\n[01:33.07] (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n[01:38.82] As Ye flips the piano\n[01:40.62] The mood swings like the change of a channel\n[01:43.27] He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\n[01:45.96] Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n[01:48.94] Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n[01:51.46] Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\n[01:54.21] Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n[01:56.86] Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n[02:00.08] Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n[02:02.56] Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n[02:05.35] Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010\n[02:08.13] Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n[02:11.04] Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n[02:13.60] While haters wish death upon me, that's many men\n[02:16.88] Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n[02:19.54] Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n[02:22.69] Are you ready to go?\n[02:28.13] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:31.28] I know the city getting ready\n[02:34.21] Are you ready to go?\n[02:39.47] I know the city getting ready for me\n[02:42.25] I know the city getting ready\n[02:42.96] Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\n[02:46.52] Don't worry, we gon' be here all night\n[02:49.15] And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\n[02:51.93] Westside, Westside\n[02:54.12] So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\n[02:56.94] They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\n[02:59.90] A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n[03:02.40] Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n[03:05.31] I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n[03:08.12] Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n[03:10.93] I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n[03:14.39] All over double D's, I be absent all week\n[03:16.68] This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\n[03:19.37] Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\n[03:22.45] Hold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\n[03:25.80] Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n[03:38.23] And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n[03:44.94] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[03:49.26] And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n[03:55.99] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[04:00.48] (As promised!)\n[04:02.40] Now put your hands up to the sky\n[04:04.99] Until the day in that we die\n[04:07.96] And we'll be here all evening\n[04:10.14] G.O.O.D. 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OW!\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n Such an easy morning, we on a ride\n And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive\n Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit\n They don't want black people to think and drive\n\n He think he live, he think he cold\n He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode\n Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts\n The streets are like the high road that I go across\n\n I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets\n The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week\n And the weather wasn't barely hot\n Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?\n Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?\n Are you ready to go?(Motherfucker, are you ready or not?)\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop\n (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n This goes out to the all core hip-hop\n (Can't stop, you can't stop)\n\n As Ye flips the piano\n The mood swings like the change of a channel\n He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel\n Selling kilos through your iPod Nano\n Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal\n Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle\n Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires\n Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's\n Euro tank top, Dior-inspired\n Sell it to you hard, no assembly required\n Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010\n Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz\n Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in\n While haters wish death upon me, that's many men\n Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route\n Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out\n\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n Are you ready to go?\n I know the city getting ready for me\n I know the city getting ready\n\n Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right\n Don't worry, we gon' be here all night\n And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)\n Westside, Westside\n So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?\n They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls\n A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball\n Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall\n I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft\n Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers\n I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's\n All over double D's, I be absent all week\n This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for\n Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door\n Hold on, that's the girl you gave a wedding ring?\n Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything\n\n And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la\n La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n (As promised!)\n\n Now put your hands up to the sky\n Until the day in that we die\n And we'll be here all evening\n G.O.O.D. 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Friday Mixtape","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Doing my thing, pocket full of green\nHand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans\nYour girl a Queen, my girl a thing\nYou know what though?\nI'mma take, I'mma take this one for the team\n\nI'mma take this one for the team\nGOOD music\nYeah you know what\nI figured out I'm not a nice guy\nI shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try\nYou know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids\nI hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs\nI hate when other peoples crib's smell like sh-t\nI hate when I leave, I smell like the crib\nWhats the cause of the poor smell?\nShe said \"I just cleaned up baby I can't tell\"\nWhy every ghetto b-tch gotta smell like Love Spell\nOr that God-damn cucumber bath and body works\nI can still smell the sweat the sh-t hardly works\nWhat about Cool Water that sh-t probably worse\nIs he a classic like the Ladi Dadi verse\nAnd my man probably hollered at the hottie first\nI 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my swag and get up to date\n\n We in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out\n She can't clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth\n And I bet I'm gon sweat her Vidal Sassoon out\n Her friend buss it, God damn it, bought the Racoon out\n For the team, ugh\n\n Like we always do at this time\n Like, Like we always do at this time\n I go for, I got to...\n Like we always do at this time\n Like we always do at this time\n Go for, I go to\n Like we always do at this time\n Like we always do at this time\n Southside, we gon set this party off right\n This time,\n This time, yeah yeah\n Mike Dean on the keys, hey\n They love to hate, bad model b-tches they love to date\n You need to check my swag and get up to date\n Check check check my swag and get up to date\n Ey, its the man they love to hate\n But all the bad model b-tches they love to date\n They need to check my swag and get up to date\n Check check check my swag and get, ugh, hey\n"},{"id":32411021,"name":"Devil In A New 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Who the fuck wasn't?\nMe, skip across that stage in five dozen\nYugh! Six grand for a minute's time\nItalian Vogue styled a nigga for a minute-rhyme\nLet's be clear, and let's be fair\nThe best thing in music's being offered here\nIt's a round table full of bosses here\nStill giving you it all like the coffin's near\n\nI got the world in my hands, the masterplan\nBut I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\nAll of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\nBut I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\nAll the models to the floor right now\nAll the models to the floor right now. What, huh?\nAll the models to the floor right now\nAll the models to the floor right now. Huh?\n\nI got the world in my hands, the masterplan\nBut I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\nAll of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\nBut I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\nIt's time for a lesson in model behavior\nDamn, look at all the bad bitches I gave you\nMan, I can see the flaws to your flavor\nLook like Wonder Woman and still need a savior\nMaybe it's a billionaire, maybe it's that cocaine\nI done seen drugs and money run the whole game\nA good girl lost in the city life\nAgent Provocateur; hold them titties right\nI'm haute couture of hoes galore\nGive my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours\nI'm the authority of model seniority\nThey call me \"Les\" but they all need more of me\n\nUgh, handcraft material, champagne for cereal\nShawty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm, ugh\nFly clothes and Lear shows take the stuff we on\nStuff all my problems in that bong, and I'm puffin' strong\nI been locked in my way of thinkin', now my cuffs are gone\nMust've been the liquor talkin', I'm beggin' the cups, c'mon (C'mon)\nMight come off as irregular, I come in custom form (Uh!)\nT-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem (Yeah)\nMy sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)\nBall like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Ugh!)\nNigga, make some money 'fore you make a comment\nI meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?\nProbably dime chicks, whips with a Diddy\nNow I'm back like a nine-milli, running New York City\nSee me clearly through the storm, the world's mine\nSits pretty in my palm, Chandon as we continue on\n\nI got the world in my hands, the masterplan\nBut I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\nAll of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\nBut I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\nNiggas think they know, only got half of the story\nThey don't really know what's in my head fuckin' with me\nHow can I be better? I could start with just the basics\nDior, Dior galore, I love the cut\nI seem to have forgotten that I'm off the looney\nTo the people who don't know Cud, know what?\nRose gold Presidential on my bony wrist\nTook my ma' to Chanel, held Elsie, the stunner\nShe got haters, some in the fam made us\nBut they don't really matter, we escape 'em with our paper\nHey ya, I'm on my André 3000\nI'm all good now, a nigga don't need no counseling\nWoke up in the room and my mojo was active\nLooks from the hoes that were more than likely passive\nBack when–let me not reflect on the old shit\nI'm on to the new act, on to my new script\nBitches better have they thoughts before approachin'\nI done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas\nDoin' things off-beat for a living, haters copy, I'm the image, hey\nHaters copy, I'm the image","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Christian Dior Denim Flow\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. Friday Mixtape\n duration_ms: 423499\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I got the world in my hands, the masterplan\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\n All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\n All the models to the floor right now\n All the models to the floor right now, what, huh?\n All the models to the floor right now\n All the models to the floor right now, huh?\n\n I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb\n Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez\n Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks\n Grew up on Mobb Deep and speak that Jourdan Dunn language\n Make a phone call out to Joan Smalls\n I wonder how it feel in Lara Stone's walls?\n Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her\n And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina\n I'm in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve\n I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg\n Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa\n Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik and Olga\n Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single\n Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak, boo\n I'm wilding, I'm on a thousand\n I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen\n\n I got the world in my hands, the masterplan\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\n All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\n I told her I'm tryin' to eat out, so what we goin' to dinner fo'?\n Miami nights, on the search for some T and A\n Tryin' to hide what's obvious to see in me\n We conversate a bit about your DNA\n And my salmon-colored suit from the VMAs\n Oh, you was watchin'? Who the fuck wasn't?\n Me, skip across that stage in five dozen\n Yugh! Six grand for a minute's time\n Italian Vogue styled a nigga for a minute-rhyme\n Let's be clear, and let's be fair\n The best thing in music's being offered here\n It's a round table full of bosses here\n Still giving you it all like the coffin's near\n\n I got the world in my hands, the masterplan\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\n All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\n All the models to the floor right now\n All the models to the floor right now. What, huh?\n All the models to the floor right now\n All the models to the floor right now. Huh?\n\n I got the world in my hands, the masterplan\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\n All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\n It's time for a lesson in model behavior\n Damn, look at all the bad bitches I gave you\n Man, I can see the flaws to your flavor\n Look like Wonder Woman and still need a savior\n Maybe it's a billionaire, maybe it's that cocaine\n I done seen drugs and money run the whole game\n A good girl lost in the city life\n Agent Provocateur; hold them titties right\n I'm haute couture of hoes galore\n Give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours\n I'm the authority of model seniority\n They call me \"Les\" but they all need more of me\n\n Ugh, handcraft material, champagne for cereal\n Shawty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm, ugh\n Fly clothes and Lear shows take the stuff we on\n Stuff all my problems in that bong, and I'm puffin' strong\n I been locked in my way of thinkin', now my cuffs are gone\n Must've been the liquor talkin', I'm beggin' the cups, c'mon (C'mon)\n Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form (Uh!)\n T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem (Yeah)\n My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)\n Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Ugh!)\n Nigga, make some money 'fore you make a comment\n I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?\n Probably dime chicks, whips with a Diddy\n Now I'm back like a nine-milli, running New York City\n See me clearly through the storm, the world's mine\n Sits pretty in my palm, Chandon as we continue on\n\n I got the world in my hands, the masterplan\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep\n All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me\n But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey\n\n Niggas think they know, only got half of the story\n They don't really know what's in my head fuckin' with me\n How can I be better? I could start with just the basics\n Dior, Dior galore, I love the cut\n I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the looney\n To the people who don't know Cud, know what?\n Rose gold Presidential on my bony wrist\n Took my ma' to Chanel, held Elsie, the stunner\n She got haters, some in the fam made us\n But they don't really matter, we escape 'em with our paper\n Hey ya, I'm on my André 3000\n I'm all good now, a nigga don't need no counseling\n Woke up in the room and my mojo was active\n Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive\n Back when–let me not reflect on the old shit\n I'm on to the new act, on to my new script\n Bitches better have they thoughts before approachin'\n I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas\n Doin' things off-beat for a living, haters copy, I'm the image, hey\n Haters copy, I'm the image\n"},{"id":27262809,"name":"The Joy","trackName":"The Joy","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday Mixtape","duration":316.8392,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and\nA great big expression of happiness\nBoy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses\nSuch would astound you\nThe joy of children laughing around you\nThese are the makings of you\n\nI do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors\nThat are not A&R's in the cheap office\nRappers that never got signed but they keep offers\nGirls that's way too fine for us to keep off us\nGave her a handshake only for my man's sake\nShe in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake\nNow there's crumbs all over the damn place\nAnd she want me to cum all over her damn face\nI never understood planned parenthood\n'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood\nTaking refills of that plan B pill\nAnother shorty that won't make it to the family will\nIf I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will\nThey ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel\nDon C just had a shorty so it's not that bad\nBut I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had\n\nAdd a little sugar, honeysuckle and\nA great big expression of happiness\nBoy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses\nSuch would astound you\nThe joy of children laughing around you\nThese are the makings of you\n\nNo Electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh perfecto\nYou know the demo, ya boy act wild\nYou ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style\nNow one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget\nWhat's more tripped out dawg is they sisters\nNah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters\nThey momma, named them after white bitches\nSo next time you see me on your fallopian\nThough the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian\nStupid questions like, \"Is he gon' be dope again?\nHave you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?\"\nThis beat deserves Hennessy,\nA bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity\nIn the mirror where I see my only enemy\nYour life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity\n\nAdd a little sugar, honeysuckle and\nA great big expression of happiness\nBoy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses\nSuch would astound you\nThe joy of children laughing around you\nThese are the makings of you\n\nThis is my momma shit\nI used to hear this through the walls in the hood\nWhen I was back in my pajama shit\nAfro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had\nIt popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with\nPete Rock, let the needle drop\nI seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop\nTaking sips of pop's six-pack of Miller nips\nPink Champale, Ballantine Ale\nBallys on my feet help me balance out well\nThat and the shit I used to balance on the scale\nI got it honest from the parties from my momma's\nVirgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like, \"Where the Madonna's now?\"\nGive all glory to Gloria, they said, \"You raised that boy too fast\"\nBut you was raising a warrior\nWe victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh\n\nKeep you hands up, get 'em high now\nDon't let them take your fire\nKeep you hands up, get 'em high now\nDon't let them take your fire\nKeep you hands up, get 'em high now\nDon't let them take your fire\nKeep you hands up, get 'em high now\n\nIt's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\nIt's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\nIt's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\nIt's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Joy\n artist: Kanye West\n album: G.O.O.D. Friday Mixtape\n duration_ms: 316839\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and\n A great big expression of happiness\n Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses\n Such would astound you\n The joy of children laughing around you\n These are the makings of you\n\n I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors\n That are not A&R's in the cheap office\n Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers\n Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us\n Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake\n She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake\n Now there's crumbs all over the damn place\n And she want me to cum all over her damn face\n I never understood planned parenthood\n 'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood\n Taking refills of that plan B pill\n Another shorty that won't make it to the family will\n If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will\n They ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel\n Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad\n But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had\n\n Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and\n A great big expression of happiness\n Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses\n Such would astound you\n The joy of children laughing around you\n These are the makings of you\n\n No Electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh perfecto\n You know the demo, ya boy act wild\n You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style\n Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget\n What's more tripped out dawg is they sisters\n Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters\n They momma, named them after white bitches\n So next time you see me on your fallopian\n Though the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian\n Stupid questions like, \"Is he gon' be dope again?\n Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?\"\n This beat deserves Hennessy,\n A bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity\n In the mirror where I see my only enemy\n Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity\n\n Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and\n A great big expression of happiness\n Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses\n Such would astound you\n The joy of children laughing around you\n These are the makings of you\n\n This is my momma shit\n I used to hear this through the walls in the hood\n When I was back in my pajama shit\n Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had\n It popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with\n Pete Rock, let the needle drop\n I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop\n Taking sips of pop's six-pack of Miller nips\n Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale\n Ballys on my feet help me balance out well\n That and the shit I used to balance on the scale\n I got it honest from the parties from my momma's\n Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like, \"Where the Madonna's now?\"\n Give all glory to Gloria, they said, \"You raised that boy too fast\"\n But you was raising a warrior\n We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh\n\n Keep you hands up, get 'em high now\n Don't let them take your fire\n Keep you hands up, get 'em high now\n Don't let them take your fire\n Keep you hands up, get 'em high now\n Don't let them take your fire\n Keep you hands up, get 'em high now\n\n It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\n It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\n It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\n It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay\n"},{"id":27067623,"name":"Don't Look Down","trackName":"Don't Look Down","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday Mixtape","duration":354.4902,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Mos Def]\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nFly like an eagle, whatever you do\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nSpread your wings, aerial\n\n[Lupe Fiasco]\nHead to the sky, wings raised in\nShes about to fly and take her place in\nOut there in the stars, when she leaves the ground\nShe'll see a broken heart, if she turns around\nBut aint no going back, this is how it must be\nHe told her, she'll be burned alive\nShe just told him trust me\nIf funerals are beautiful, this ugly\nKnowing she told her you'll leave me if you loved me\nAnd he knows that, because he knows her\nHard to hide his feeling's as it engulfs her\nNow she's a bright blaze, light rays\nA shooting out Phoenix on fire buring up the night scape\nSo lets hear it for our heroine,\nApplaud as our spirits fly into the never end\nOne closed chapter, it opens up another part\nSo this is more like, the end,\nQuestion mark (question mark, question mark)\n\n[Mos Def]\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nFly like an eagle, whatever you do\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nSpread your wings, aerial\n\n[Kanye West]\nDon't let me hold you back\nI only hold you back\nWe on a dead-end street, this block has got a cul-de-sac\nSo fly baby, my baby, so high, sometimes its so hard to say bye\nWe made it from the alley straight up to ballet\nWe pulled up to the valet, we'll teach our daughter ballet\nWe'll raise us a Beyonce, maybe she'll be a Halle\nYou woulda been the best mom\nI would have been the best 'Ye\nYou see it all in my veins, like varicose\nI know thats very gross but we getting very close\nTo our end, though I killed most with a pen\nSoon as this flow end, I'ma let Mos begin\n\n[Mos Def]\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nFly like an eagle, whatever you do\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nSpread your wings, aerial\n\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nFly like an eagle, whatever you do\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nSpread your wings, aerial\n\nHow could you do it\nHow could you do it\n\n[Big Sean]\nOkay now baby here we go, we go\nNo baby, me go\nYou got my heart\nBaby this what it be for\nI give it all as far as my feet go\nWhat do you mean, me go\nWhy can't it be, we go\nWhat happens when people turn to tears\nDreams turn to memories\nAnd weeks turn to years\nHuh? standing in the same spot for a couple of weeks\nGive me my feelings back, wish it came with a couple reciepts\nMan, our vacation was coming next week\nGirl I swear you was a trip, lets make it a couples retreat (do it)\nHow cud my girl do this to me\nWoke up sayin no, the World did this to me\nNow I'm testing one two\nReportin live from the rubble\nDrinking all I can so I can turn to fire when I hug you\nOne, two, three, four, five models on the double\nGive me head all at once look like they line in a huddle\nBut its not even half the feeling as hearing you shine\nShe know I love ya, shedding tears everyday\nAnd I'm tired of lying in these puddles\nI ask \"Y\" sometimes like a f-cking vowel\nBut hitting tree's everyday like a f-cking owl\nTrying to get high enough to cut the clouds\nCaught the Phoenix Sun to Nash it out, I mean ash it out.\nSo I could see you smile\nI-I know you can see me now\n\n[Mos Def]\n\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nFly like an eagle, whatever you do\nDon't look down, its an impossible view\nSpread your wings, aerial","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.94] [Mos Def]\n[00:23.42] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[00:23.87] Fly like an eagle, whatever you do\n[00:28.28] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[00:36.70] Spread your wings, aerial\n[00:41.64] [Lupe Fiasco]\n[00:42.40] Head to the sky, wings raised in\n[00:45.37] Shes about to fly and take her place in\n[00:48.66] Out there in the stars, when she leaves the ground\n[00:52.37] She'll see a broken heart, if she turns around\n[00:55.77] But aint no going back, this is how it must be\n[00:58.73] He told her, she'll be burned alive\n[01:00.50] She just told him trust me\n[01:02.63] If funerals are beautiful, this ugly\n[01:05.60] Knowing she told her you'll leave me if you loved me\n[01:09.72] And he knows that, because he knows her\n[01:12.73] Hard to hide his feeling's as it engulfs her\n[01:16.54] Now she's a bright blaze, light rays\n[01:19.05] A shooting out Phoenix on fire buring up the night scape\n[01:24.61] So lets hear it for our heroine,\n[01:26.66] Applaud as our spirits fly into the never end\n[01:30.58] One closed chapter, it opens up another part\n[01:33.76] So this is more like, the end,\n[01:36.49] Question mark (question mark, question mark)\n[01:38.97] [Mos Def]\n[01:39.65] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[01:46.18] Fly like an eagle, whatever you do\n[01:53.54] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[01:59.72] Spread your wings, aerial\n[02:04.92] [Kanye West]\n[02:05.48] Don't let me hold you back\n[02:06.97] I only hold you back\n[02:08.94] We on a dead-end street, this block has got a cul-de-sac\n[02:12.36] So fly baby, my baby, so high, sometimes its so hard to say bye\n[02:18.95] We made it from the alley straight up to ballet\n[02:22.84] We pulled up to the valet, we'll teach our daughter ballet\n[02:26.10] We'll raise us a Beyonce, maybe she'll be a Halle\n[02:29.66] You woulda been the best mom\n[02:31.61] I would have been the best 'Ye\n[02:33.27] You see it all in my veins, like varicose\n[02:36.13] I know thats very gross but we getting very close\n[02:39.88] To our end, though I killed most with a pen\n[02:43.42] Soon as this flow end, I'ma let Mos begin\n[02:46.24] [Mos Def]\n[02:48.32] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[02:55.91] Fly like an eagle, whatever you do\n[03:02.86] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[03:09.76] Spread your wings, aerial\n[03:17.35] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[03:23.81] Fly like an eagle, whatever you do\n[03:30.57] Don't look down, its an impossible view\n[03:37.12] Spread your wings, aerial\n[03:41.99] How could you do it\n[04:02.33] How could you do it\n[04:06.52] [Big Sean]\n[04:09.67] Okay now baby here we go, we go\n[04:11.09] No baby, me go\n[04:12.10] You got my heart\n[04:13.01] Baby this what it be for\n[04:14.02] I give it all as far as my feet go\n[04:15.22] What do you mean, me go\n[04:16.80] Why can't it be, we go\n[04:17.99] What happens when people turn to tears\n[04:20.86] Dreams turn to memories\n[04:22.26] And weeks turn to years\n[04:23.84] Huh? 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Friday Mixtape\n duration_ms: 365944\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\n They try to tell me my chain broke the levy,\n Maybe cuz its flooded,\n Why you walkin' round with a baby cross his cousin,\n My teeth already white yall gone make me floss for nothing,\n My teeth real diamonds what's the cause of the frontin',\n While yall got all caps on?,\n Don Cheadle Time,\n Get extra black on em',\n Burn Hollywood burn,\n Take too long for n-ggas to get their turn,\n Probably be cremated before I get my urn,\n They try to tell me that aliens built the pyramids,\n I swear life's a bitch on a period,\n For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx,\n I make my jeweler add a few more links,\n You can look at me and dont f-ck what nobody thinks,\n And my face always lookin' like somebody stinks.\n\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\n Here we go, like we should\n Feel the sweat, on ya face\n Here we go, like we should\n Feel the sweat, on ya face\n Alright, okay\n Here we go, like we should, like we should, like we should\n\n Question.\n What color was the skin of the man who bared the cross?\n No matter how many lashes they couldn't beat it off,\n How many caskets will we see in one lifetime?\n That's why its Miles Davis Kobe it's mic time,\n I keep that G.O.A.T book on the ottoman,\n And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered in the 1800's,\n Yall forget that I got called n-gger on Twitter so many times,\n Yo I lived that,\n Now I'm just trying to find where to raise my kids at,\n Cuz they don't want n-ggas next to where they crib at,\n Hey real Tom lookin' for a nice park,\n Twelve noon she say my family gone make it too dark,\n This is the flow that solar eclipses,\n So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse the bullshit,\n They got us listenin' to,\n In this existence,\n Don't give up now just a little more persistence,\n I am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson,\n Keep 'em away huh, something might happen,\n This is the making of a masterpiece,\n So we broke out the chains and told the Master Peace.\n\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n\n Some wear a suit and tie, they dont wanna remain average\n Some wear a suit and tie like a chain in a straight jacket\n My chain heavy stopping that traffic\n Coppers harrass us, the DA attack us want us in chains like BA Baracus\n And a major factor in my decision to be a rapper was rebellion\n Being anti-establishment was attractive to a black kid from Brooklyn\n Flames got them things cooking, land of the jooks\n Where the lames got the chains tooken\n It aint looking good for you if you a tourist\n Yeah sometimes our rhymes is on a frequency that only purists hear\n A couple rappers try to beef with me, nobody scared\n N-ggas was so f-cking corny that nobody cared\n Why I gotta battle rappers, I debate scholars\n Question: Do it gotta make sense if it make dollars?\n Sick visions is living inside our brains\n Its like sadomasochistic addicted to whips and chains\n Figuratively quite, literally, clinically insane spit flames when I vist the higher planes\n Try in vain to ignore, don't buy the chain if you can't afford it\n 'Ye them load of a-whores by the boards trust\n\n Uh, that old ball and chain had me chained up for weeks\n Of course Im off the chain as soon as I hit the streets\n And now when we leak she saying the games over\n I drove her crazy and she became a chain smoker\n Now the new dude she saying that could stay over\n Should be a chain who goes by the name of choker\n Thats what he did when she told him he should play this over\n So the chains on, throw em on the way over\n But when I came over, his only response\n Well be the owner of a chain of restaurants\n Cause I'mma eat your food for that chain that I worn\n Cause you be running round like the chain makes the man\n So it obvious that he don't know the chain of command\n Cause my chain commands, that kind of respect\n And its so chunky that its a pain in the neck\n But it came with a check, I remember on chaining day\n It spoke for itself and this is what the chain would say\n \"Them chain snatchers are hoping that you aint ready\n So don't get distracted keep your aim steady\n Or there'll be a chain reactionsince my chains heavy\"\n\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n My chain heavy, yeah, yeah,\n My chain heavy, my chain heavy, my chain too heavy\n"},{"id":30451413,"name":"Alright (feat. Twista)","trackName":"Alright (feat. Twista)","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"G.O.O.D. Friday (Volume III)","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright, alright\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright, alright\n\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright, alright\n\nOn a scale of one to ten, what do you rate yourself?\nHere's some champagne, hydrate yourself\nI know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself\nI mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself\nMy style so cold I could skate myself\nBut I go so hard I could make it melt\nI mean the flow so solar every bar\nCould power an electric car\nMy, my, my, whips is side-by-side\nHe just talkin', mine's outside\nDo you mind if I\nTake you on a test\nDo you have all-wheel drive?\nAnd if that baby purr, I'm gonna baby her\nBitches gon' hate and maybe worse\nCause your ice so brrr I copped you a baby fur\nJust to work\nI know you was on pur-pur\nBut this is a whole new arena\nSee, niggas come by talkin' bout they make it rain\nI'll make that bitch Katrina\nMr. Kanye Omari, with my Entourage, no Ari\nAnd a motorcycle jacket, no Harley\nShe said dude, that's cool\nGnarly\n\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright alright, alright\nAlright, alright\n\nTwista where you at?\nAbracadabra, did he vanish?\nHurry up and come out\nBut I ain't want to panic\nI say that I'm in the zone\nBut they don't understand it\nPhysically I'm here but mentally I'm on another planet\nAnd it only kinda made 'em look at me like I was stupider\nNow they askin' which planet, is it Jupiter?\nSo I let the money show 'cause I know stacks could talk\nI'm mackin' on bitches with my intergalactic thoughts\nIn my Mercedes Benz\nPull up on a chick and holla at her and her lady friends\nLike as rich as an Arabian\nI'm kickin' pure flows\nEuros they pay me in\nFor what I put together in the dungeon\nI'm lookin' for a UK chick with a nice onion\nNever beat it up like Paul Bunyan\nAnd I can't believe they let an American Werewolf in London\nEspecially when drinking Gs with a tonic\nSteady be trippin' while smokin' on the hydroponic\nWhen I spit it like this they be callin' me bionic\nKanye with the Twist, nigga, how ironic\nAnd I'm astonished haters don't wanna see me on\nThey wanna know how Twista get the easy dome\nSwag off the chain, 23s be chrome\nArtful Dodgers with the Yeezys on\nGone\n\nI'm blowin' on flame but yours is all white\nAnd I'ma pull up in the Bentley all white\nStep up in the club with nothing but all dykes\nSippin' on some Louis and partyin' all night\nPhony-ass people, I don't feel they demeanor\nSo I hop in the rocket and go and chill over Venus\nOne of rap's heroes, who came from zero\nMakin' something out of nothing, call me Gilbert Arenas\nNow I'm fuckin' with divas that rock the stadiums\nBlow my brains back 'til my face be numb\nI am the shit\nIt don't make me numb\nRockin' wit a swagger like I got an eight-feet gun\nAnd my flow be colossal 'cause I spit the impossible\nWhether with rhythm no limit to what I can do\nSee through a prism when I conquer an obstacle\nAnd always get money no matter how illogical\nI follow through because, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Alright (feat. 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Friday (Volume III)\n duration_ms: 210000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Alright, alright\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright, alright\n\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright, alright\n\n On a scale of one to ten, what do you rate yourself?\n Here's some champagne, hydrate yourself\n I know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself\n I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself\n My style so cold I could skate myself\n But I go so hard I could make it melt\n I mean the flow so solar every bar\n Could power an electric car\n My, my, my, whips is side-by-side\n He just talkin', mine's outside\n Do you mind if I\n Take you on a test\n Do you have all-wheel drive?\n And if that baby purr, I'm gonna baby her\n Bitches gon' hate and maybe worse\n Cause your ice so brrr I copped you a baby fur\n Just to work\n I know you was on pur-pur\n But this is a whole new arena\n See, niggas come by talkin' bout they make it rain\n I'll make that bitch Katrina\n Mr. Kanye Omari, with my Entourage, no Ari\n And a motorcycle jacket, no Harley\n She said dude, that's cool\n Gnarly\n\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright alright, alright\n Alright, alright\n\n Twista where you at?\n Abracadabra, did he vanish?\n Hurry up and come out\n But I ain't want to panic\n I say that I'm in the zone\n But they don't understand it\n Physically I'm here but mentally I'm on another planet\n And it only kinda made 'em look at me like I was stupider\n Now they askin' which planet, is it Jupiter?\n So I let the money show 'cause I know stacks could talk\n I'm mackin' on bitches with my intergalactic thoughts\n In my Mercedes Benz\n Pull up on a chick and holla at her and her lady friends\n Like as rich as an Arabian\n I'm kickin' pure flows\n Euros they pay me in\n For what I put together in the dungeon\n I'm lookin' for a UK chick with a nice onion\n Never beat it up like Paul Bunyan\n And I can't believe they let an American Werewolf in London\n Especially when drinking Gs with a tonic\n Steady be trippin' while smokin' on the hydroponic\n When I spit it like this they be callin' me bionic\n Kanye with the Twist, nigga, how ironic\n And I'm astonished haters don't wanna see me on\n They wanna know how Twista get the easy dome\n Swag off the chain, 23s be chrome\n Artful Dodgers with the Yeezys on\n Gone\n\n I'm blowin' on flame but yours is all white\n And I'ma pull up in the Bentley all white\n Step up in the club with nothing but all dykes\n Sippin' on some Louis and partyin' all night\n Phony-ass people, I don't feel they demeanor\n So I hop in the rocket and go and chill over Venus\n One of rap's heroes, who came from zero\n Makin' something out of nothing, call me Gilbert Arenas\n Now I'm fuckin' with divas that rock the stadiums\n Blow my brains back 'til my face be numb\n I am the shit\n It don't make me numb\n Rockin' wit a swagger like I got an eight-feet gun\n And my flow be colossal 'cause I spit the impossible\n Whether with rhythm no limit to what I can do\n See through a prism when I conquer an obstacle\n And always get money no matter how illogical\n I follow through because, uh\n"}]