[{"id":39792285,"name":"Bunny Ranch","trackName":"Bunny Ranch","artistName":"Kid Ink","albumName":"Kid Ink (Hits Japan Tour Edition)","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Been tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall\n5'10\", feelin' 8 feet tall\nColdplay, bands in my G star\nAnd yours ain't the same ones that these are\nSunset, she just wanna see the stars\nBunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\nRosé, take one to the brain\nCobain, rollin' up romaine\n\nMix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens\nBig team, yeah them bitches cheerlead\nCame through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n\nAnd you was on the sideline like a mascot\n\nWest side\nTwist it up, no I wasn't rich, nah\nBack then when I was gettin' kitchen cuts\nBut right now it's Dita frames when you picture us\nSee unique, Rolex, they same clothes, same hoes\nEverywhere I go, I think I seen 'em all\nBunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\nKey the car, sound just like a dinosaur\nMartin Luther, I got everything that you was fightin' for\nUnderrated but I'm overpaid, puttin' in overtime\nThis shit ain't happen overnight, my nigga Nijah know the grind\n\nAll my chains is shoulder length and all these bitches show me love\nAnd most these niggas broke as shit, I got broke-nigga-phobia\n\nGo green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to\n\nI'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room\nI came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\nAnd you was on the sideline like a mascot\n\nI got a bitch in the back who only listen to me\nShe only post up selfies, she don't post up memes\nMight twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods\nI light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug\nJust put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough\nTo get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was\nI might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you\nCatchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion\nSpeed on the track, and this year's never the pre on\nFeet on the dash but never on the table I eat on\nWe on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean\nHundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.47]Been tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall\n[00:15.37]5'10\", feelin' 8 feet tall\n[00:18.15]Coldplay, bands in my G star\n[00:21.34]And yours ain't the same ones that these are\n[00:24.06]Sunset, she just wanna see the stars\n[00:27.44]Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\n[00:30.21]Rosé, take one to the brain\n[00:33.26]Cobain, rollin' up romaine\n[00:36.27]Mix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens\n[00:39.42]Big team, yeah them bitches cheerlead\n[00:42.48]Came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n[00:45.46]And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n[00:58.41]West side\n[01:00.13]Twist it up, no I wasn't rich, nah\n[01:03.31]Back then when I was gettin' kitchen cuts\n[01:06.37]But right now it's Dita frames when you picture us\n[01:09.39]See unique, Rolex, they same clothes, same hoes\n[01:12.60]Everywhere I go, I think I seen 'em all\n[01:14.59]Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\n[01:18.22]Key the car, sound just like a dinosaur\n[01:21.23]Martin Luther, I got everything that you was fightin' for\n[01:24.08]Underrated but I'm overpaid, puttin' in overtime\n[01:27.06]This shit ain't happen overnight, my nigga Nijah know the grind\n[01:29.74]All my chains is shoulder length and all these bitches show me love\n[01:32.91]And most these niggas broke as shit, I got broke-nigga-phobia\n[01:35.99]Go green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to\n[01:39.62]I'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room\n[01:42.19]I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n[01:45.35]And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n[01:59.93]I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me\n[02:02.51]She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes\n[02:05.73]Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods\n[02:09.80]I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug\n[02:11.68]Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough\n[02:14.66]To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was\n[02:17.64]I might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you\n[02:20.71]Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion\n[02:23.76]Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on\n[02:26.50]Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on\n[02:29.59]We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean\n[02:32.47]Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter\n[02:36.18]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bunny Ranch\n artist: Kid Ink\n album: Kid Ink (Hits Japan Tour Edition)\n duration_ms: 168160\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Been tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall\n start_ms: 11470\n end_ms: 15370\n- text: 5'10\", feelin' 8 feet tall\n start_ms: 15370\n end_ms: 18150\n- text: Coldplay, bands in my G star\n start_ms: 18150\n end_ms: 21340\n- text: And yours ain't the same ones that these are\n start_ms: 21340\n end_ms: 24060\n- text: 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locker room\n[01:42.19] I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n[01:45.35] And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n[01:59.93] I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me\n[02:02.51] She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes\n[02:05.73] Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods\n[02:09.80] I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug\n[02:11.68] Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough\n[02:14.66] To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was\n[02:17.64] I might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you\n[02:20.71] Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion\n[02:23.76] Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on\n[02:26.50] Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on\n[02:29.59] We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean\n[02:32.47] Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter\n[02:36.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bunny Ranch\n artist: Kid Ink\n album: Summer In The Winter\n duration_ms: 168000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Been tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall\n start_ms: 11470\n end_ms: 15370\n- text: 5'10\", feelin' 8 feet tall\n start_ms: 15370\n end_ms: 18150\n- text: Coldplay, bands in my G star\n start_ms: 18150\n end_ms: 21340\n- text: And yours ain't the same ones that these are\n start_ms: 21340\n end_ms: 24060\n- text: Sunset, she just wanna see the stars\n start_ms: 24060\n end_ms: 27440\n- text: Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\n start_ms: 27440\n end_ms: 30210\n- text: Rosé, take one to the brain\n start_ms: 30210\n end_ms: 33260\n- text: Cobain, rollin' up romaine\n start_ms: 33260\n end_ms: 36270\n- text: Mix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens\n start_ms: 36270\n end_ms: 39420\n- text: Big team, yeah them bitches cheerlead\n start_ms: 39420\n end_ms: 42480\n- text: Came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n start_ms: 42480\n end_ms: 45460\n- text: And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n 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chains is shoulder length and all these bitches show me love\n start_ms: 89740\n end_ms: 92910\n- text: And most these niggas broke as shit, I got broke-nigga-phobia\n start_ms: 92910\n end_ms: 95990\n- text: Go green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to\n start_ms: 95990\n end_ms: 99620\n- text: I'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room\n start_ms: 99620\n end_ms: 102190\n- text: I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n start_ms: 102190\n end_ms: 105350\n- text: And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n start_ms: 105350\n end_ms: 119930\n- text: I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me\n start_ms: 119930\n end_ms: 122510\n- text: She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes\n start_ms: 122510\n end_ms: 125730\n- text: Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods\n start_ms: 125730\n end_ms: 129800\n- text: I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug\n start_ms: 129800\n end_ms: 131680\n- text: Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough\n start_ms: 131680\n end_ms: 134660\n- text: To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was\n start_ms: 134660\n end_ms: 137640\n- text: I might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you\n start_ms: 137640\n end_ms: 140710\n- text: Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion\n start_ms: 140710\n end_ms: 143760\n- text: Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on\n start_ms: 143760\n end_ms: 146500\n- text: Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on\n start_ms: 146500\n end_ms: 149590\n- text: We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean\n start_ms: 149590\n end_ms: 152470\n- text: Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter\n start_ms: 152470\n end_ms: 156180\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 156180\nplain: |-\n Been tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall\n 5'10\", feelin' 8 feet tall\n Coldplay, bands in my G star\n And yours ain't the same ones that these are\n Sunset, she just wanna see the stars\n Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\n Rosé, take one to the brain\n Cobain, rollin' up romaine\n\n Mix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens\n Big team, yeah them bitches cheerlead\n Came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n\n And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n\n West side\n Twist it up, no I wasn't rich, nah\n Back then when I was gettin' kitchen cuts\n But right now it's Dita frames when you picture us\n See unique, Rolex, they same clothes, same hoes\n Everywhere I go, I think I seen 'em all\n Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all\n Key the car, sound just like a dinosaur\n Martin Luther, I got everything that you was fightin' for\n Underrated but I'm overpaid, puttin' in overtime\n This shit ain't happen overnight, my nigga Nijah know the grind\n\n All my chains is shoulder length and all these bitches show me love\n And most these niggas broke as shit, I got broke-nigga-phobia\n\n Go green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to\n\n I'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room\n I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot\n And you was on the sideline like a mascot\n\n I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me\n She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes\n Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods\n I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug\n Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough\n To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was\n I might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you\n Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion\n Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on\n Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on\n We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean\n Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter\n"}]