[{"id":6730059,"name":"Cerulean","trackName":"Cerulean","artistName":"Kill Bill: The Rapper","albumName":"Resin","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cerulean City inside the rear-view\nSmoke pouring out of the window I like to peer through\nCatch me on a wave for days\nShe put my on my toes in my favorite way\nShe breakin' fingers\nBreaking English; she don't speak a lot\nGot a badge on the jacket, boy I need to cop\nAnd she say we 'bout to surf on Cinnabar\nFeeling hard\nSlipping on the coast line like both times\nWhat's your name girl? Can a player get your number?\nPut it down. She the missing number\nSmoke a spliff with me\nCoasting through Glitch City\nGot the baddest bitch with me\n...Really, though?\n\nIs it the drugs or the fantasy?\nI got bugs in my canopy\nBuzzed and it's cancer-free\nIs it the drugs or the fantasy?\nI got bugs in my canopy\nBuzzin' and it's cancer-free\nIs it the drugs or the fantasy?\nI got bugs in my canopy\nBuzzed and it's cancer-free\nIs it the drugs or the fantasy?\nI got these bugs in my canopy\nBuzzin' and it's cancer-free\n\nWhat you wanna talk about?\nCause we ain't gotta talk at all?\nI'm trying to shake, I'm just shaking\nWhite marble like the Taj Mahal\nSo what you wanna talk about?\nCause I ain't gotta talk at all?\nTake a break, I can't shake it\nSoon I won't walk at all\n...Fuck\n\nSplit the dutch, pack it fatter than it once was\nLucy on the tongue; start blacking with a youngblood\nIt's all acting until they actually get their fronts crushed\nNo ball passing, I'm Jackson times five\nMathematics\nI don't wanna talk shit, I've got some bad habits\nTrying to stay humble, but I guess I'm bad at it\nI've got a lot of things, but it's never bad rapping\nWe crawling out the mud, you can hear the gats clapping\nLost a couple friends who was trying the backstabbing\nYou reap what you sew, what a fucking sad adage\nBurn it all down, chalk it up to bad practice\n...Fuck it\n\nBury your feelings inside a double-cup\nI'm like the only rapper here to tell you that you're fucking up\nPour it up for Yams. Pour it up for Screw\nPour it up for Pimp, and then we'll pour it up for you\nRiding around the city with my lights off\nI'm just another rapper you reviewers about to write off\nTrying to buy time. Ballpark: what that might cost?\nCaught my ass slipping so hard, I might just slide off\nI been close to the edge\nHow you say you helped me fly when you've been holding my legs?\nIt's pro bono with you rappers; I'ma snap and kill all y'all\nPlatinum from the mouth: you would swear the grill Paul Wall\nI'm on 64, maybe I could drift ashore\n50 miles out, I'm gonna need at least 50 more\nBoy, I lit the gas all winter\nStared at empty plates like, \"That's y'all's dinner\"\nGod damn sick of these sticky situations\nThe parts were all there, I blame shitty installation\nThat's a fucking shot if I ever did hear one\nFuck you\n\nBackwoods packages litter tabletops\nCats get mangled trying to tangle with a Bengal, watch\nMy last shit put the game in an ankle lock\nHanging on the corner, pass it out, it's like I'm slanging rocks\nTwenty-four solid rotations\nI feel like two people, man, they're watching both faces\nJinzo is Kill Bill; and Kill Bill will kill you\nThese benzos and chill pills; my limbs slow as mildew\nAnd that's some shit to think about, bitch\nDrain the mud up out the Sprite, you'd still drink it out quick\nTrying to be cool\nMan fuck it dude just be you\nShit!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cerulean\n  artist: 'Kill Bill: The Rapper'\n  album: Resin\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cerulean City inside the rear-view\n  Smoke pouring out of the window I like to peer through\n  Catch me on a wave for days\n  She put my on my toes in my favorite way\n  She breakin' fingers\n  Breaking English; she don't speak a lot\n  Got a badge on the jacket, boy I need to cop\n  And she say we 'bout to surf on Cinnabar\n  Feeling hard\n  Slipping on the coast line like both times\n  What's your name girl? Can a player get your number?\n  Put it down. She the missing number\n  Smoke a spliff with me\n  Coasting through Glitch City\n  Got the baddest bitch with me\n  ...Really, though?\n\n  Is it the drugs or the fantasy?\n  I got bugs in my canopy\n  Buzzed and it's cancer-free\n  Is it the drugs or the fantasy?\n  I got bugs in my canopy\n  Buzzin' and it's cancer-free\n  Is it the drugs or the fantasy?\n  I got bugs in my canopy\n  Buzzed and it's cancer-free\n  Is it the drugs or the fantasy?\n  I got these bugs in my canopy\n  Buzzin' and it's cancer-free\n\n  What you wanna talk about?\n  Cause we ain't gotta talk at all?\n  I'm trying to shake, I'm just shaking\n  White marble like the Taj Mahal\n  So what you wanna talk about?\n  Cause I ain't gotta talk at all?\n  Take a break, I can't shake it\n  Soon I won't walk at all\n  ...Fuck\n\n  Split the dutch, pack it fatter than it once was\n  Lucy on the tongue; start blacking with a youngblood\n  It's all acting until they actually get their fronts crushed\n  No ball passing, I'm Jackson times five\n  Mathematics\n  I don't wanna talk shit, I've got some bad habits\n  Trying to stay humble, but I guess I'm bad at it\n  I've got a lot of things, but it's never bad rapping\n  We crawling out the mud, you can hear the gats clapping\n  Lost a couple friends who was trying the backstabbing\n  You reap what you sew, what a fucking sad adage\n  Burn it all down, chalk it up to bad practice\n  ...Fuck it\n\n  Bury your feelings inside a double-cup\n  I'm like the only rapper here to tell you that you're fucking up\n  Pour it up for Yams. Pour it up for Screw\n  Pour it up for Pimp, and then we'll pour it up for you\n  Riding around the city with my lights off\n  I'm just another rapper you reviewers about to write off\n  Trying to buy time. Ballpark: what that might cost?\n  Caught my ass slipping so hard, I might just slide off\n  I been close to the edge\n  How you say you helped me fly when you've been holding my legs?\n  It's pro bono with you rappers; I'ma snap and kill all y'all\n  Platinum from the mouth: you would swear the grill Paul Wall\n  I'm on 64, maybe I could drift ashore\n  50 miles out, I'm gonna need at least 50 more\n  Boy, I lit the gas all winter\n  Stared at empty plates like, \"That's y'all's dinner\"\n  God damn sick of these sticky situations\n  The parts were all there, I blame shitty installation\n  That's a fucking shot if I ever did hear one\n  Fuck you\n\n  Backwoods packages litter tabletops\n  Cats get mangled trying to tangle with a Bengal, watch\n  My last shit put the game in an ankle lock\n  Hanging on the corner, pass it out, it's like I'm slanging rocks\n  Twenty-four solid rotations\n  I feel like two people, man, they're watching both faces\n  Jinzo is Kill Bill; and Kill Bill will kill you\n  These benzos and chill pills; my limbs slow as mildew\n  And that's some shit to think about, bitch\n  Drain the mud up out the Sprite, you'd still drink it out quick\n  Trying to be cool\n  Man fuck it dude just be you\n  Shit!\n"}]