[{"id":8993284,"name":"Stressed Out","trackName":"Stressed Out","artistName":"Kodak Black","albumName":"Stressed Out","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nI done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nLocked up, my bitch stressing and shit\nHoping I make the pregnancy\nHer homegirls on that messy shit\nTelling her not to keep messing with me\nFucked me up when Chino died\nHe was bustin' down that fetty brick\nMy career keep passing me by, 'cause I keep goin' to jail and shit\nTired of smelling my cell and shit\nWondering where all my letters went?\nAll this money don't mean nothing\nNothing unless my bag is set\nFamily showing me jealousy\nThey been forgetting to care for me\nMissin' my son, it's stressin' me\nHis mama stay on some petty shit\nKnowing I take care of my jit\nEven all that little extra shit\nAnd you already got more child support\nWhat more you want left for me?\nNiggas ain't never been there for me\nNiggas been giving they ass a kiss\nShootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back\nSame niggas you was just laughing with\nTalkin' to God, beggin' for a change\nKnow you know I'm goin' through some things\nHopin' all this prayer ain't in vain\nSay you'd never let me feel ashamed\nStressed out, walkin' through the rain\nDamn, I got a baby on the way\nFuck, court date comin' up\nYeah, I'm strong but sometimes it gets tough\nI fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nI done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nWhat, this all be for a nigga?\nBuggin' off that lean, with the pistols\nNiggas rockin' ski's like it's winter\nYou don't need a team to be official\nMine is probably the same one get you\nFuck the fame, I hang around with killers\nCreeping on 'em in an armadillo\nStraight flush shit, ain't know I'm a dealer\nLil' one fightin' bias in the system\nHe been smokin' molly, can't remember\nFirst lil' juvenile and then he turned killer\nRaiders ridin' 'round jumping out Sprinters\nSick and tired of fuckin' with these niggas\nGotta watch my son grow up through these pictures\nTired of falling in love with these bitches\nI just know I keep getting richer\nNow they see me out there, shaking head\nThey was probably thinking I'd be dead\nGave him ten years and bitch fled\nNext thing you know, he losing dreads\nI ain't 'lowed to say no, ain't it?\nEveryone got their arms out lately\nSober me way more dangerous\nEverything be my fault, ain't it?\nI fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nI done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.24] I done - 'round, got a - pregnant\n[00:18.20] My lawyer hollerin', \"-, pay me\"\n[00:20.16] - locked up, tryna spray me\n[00:22.21] I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n[00:24.17] Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n[00:26.13] I don't know if God tryna test me\n[00:28.08] Tryna help a - and he left me\n[00:30.51] Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n[00:32.24] I done f- 'round, got a - pregnant\n[00:34.32] My lawyer hollerin', \"-, pay me\"\n[00:36.21] - locked up, tryna spray me\n[00:38.27] I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n[00:40.16] Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n[00:42.05] I don't know if God tryna test me\n[00:44.21] Tryna help a - and he left me\n[00:46.47] Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n[00:47.82] Locked up, my - stressing -, hoping I make the pregnancy\n[00:51.79] My homegirl's on that messy -, telling her not to keep messing with me\n[00:56.03] - me up when Chino died, he was bustin' down that fetty brick\n[00:59.82] My career keep passin' me by 'cause I keep going to jail and -\n[01:03.87] Tired of smelling my cell and -, wonder where all my letters went\n[01:07.99] All this money don't mean nothin', nothin' unless my bag is set\n[01:12.00] Family showing me jealousy, they be forgetting to care for me\n[01:15.81] Missing my son, it's stressin' me, his mama stay on some petty -\n[01:19.92] Knowing I take care of my jit, even all of that lil' extra -\n[01:23.82] And you already got more child support, what more you want left from me?\n[01:27.90] - ain't never been there for me,- been giving they ass a kiss\n[01:31.89] Shootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back, same - you was just laughing with\n[01:35.96] Talking to God, beggin' for a change\n[01:37.86] Know you know I'm goin' through some things\n[01:40.04] Hoping all this praying ain't in vain\n[01:41.91] Say you never let me feel shame\n[01:43.97] Stressed out, walkin' through the rain\n[01:45.81] Damn, I got a baby on the 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nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  Locked up, my bitch stressing and shit\n  Hoping I make the pregnancy\n  Her homegirls on that messy shit\n  Telling her not to keep messing with me\n  Fucked me up when Chino died\n  He was bustin' down that fetty brick\n  My career keep passing me by, 'cause I keep goin' to jail and shit\n  Tired of smelling my cell and shit\n  Wondering where all my letters went?\n  All this money don't mean nothing\n  Nothing unless my bag is set\n  Family showing me jealousy\n  They been forgetting to care for me\n  Missin' my son, it's stressin' me\n  His mama stay on some petty shit\n  Knowing I take care of my jit\n  Even all that little extra shit\n  And you already got more child support\n  What more you want left for me?\n  Niggas ain't never been there for me\n  Niggas been giving they ass a kiss\n  Shootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back\n  Same niggas you was just laughing with\n  Talkin' to God, beggin' for a change\n  Know you know I'm goin' through some things\n  Hopin' all this prayer ain't in vain\n  Say you'd never let me feel ashamed\n  Stressed out, walkin' through the rain\n  Damn, I got a baby on the way\n  Fuck, court date comin' up\n  Yeah, I'm strong but sometimes it gets tough\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, 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bitch fled\n  Next thing you know, he losing dreads\n  I ain't 'lowed to say no, ain't it?\n  Everyone got their arms out lately\n  Sober me way more dangerous\n  Everything be my fault, ain't it?\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n"},{"id":35907062,"name":"Stressed Out","trackName":"Stressed Out","artistName":"Kodak Black","albumName":"Stressed 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letters went?\nAll this money don't mean nothing\nNothing unless my bag is set\nFamily showing me jealousy\nThey been forgetting to care for me\nMissin' my son, it's stressin' me\nHis mama stay on some petty shit\nKnowing I take care of my jit\nEven all that little extra shit\nAnd you already got more child support\nWhat more you want left for me?\nNiggas ain't never been there for me\nNiggas been giving they ass a kiss\nShootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back\nSame niggas you was just laughing with\nTalkin' to God, beggin' for a change\nKnow you know I'm goin' through some things\nHopin' all this prayer ain't in vain\nSay you'd never let me feel ashamed\nStressed out, walkin' through the rain\nDamn, I got a baby on the way\nFuck, court date comin' up\nYeah, I'm strong but sometimes it gets tough\nI fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI 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'cause I keep goin' to jail and shit\n  Tired of smelling my cell and shit\n  Wondering where all my letters went?\n  All this money don't mean nothing\n  Nothing unless my bag is set\n  Family showing me jealousy\n  They been forgetting to care for me\n  Missin' my son, it's stressin' me\n  His mama stay on some petty shit\n  Knowing I take care of my jit\n  Even all that little extra shit\n  And you already got more child support\n  What more you want left for me?\n  Niggas ain't never been there for me\n  Niggas been giving they ass a kiss\n  Shootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back\n  Same niggas you was just laughing with\n  Talkin' to God, beggin' for a change\n  Know you know I'm goin' through some things\n  Hopin' all this prayer ain't in vain\n  Say you'd never let me feel ashamed\n  Stressed out, walkin' through the rain\n  Damn, I got a baby on the way\n  Fuck, court date comin' up\n  Yeah, I'm strong but sometimes it gets tough\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  What, this all be for a nigga?\n  Buggin' off that lean, with the pistols\n  Niggas rockin' ski's like it's winter\n  You don't need a team to be official\n  Mine is probably the same one get you\n  Fuck the fame, I hang around with killers\n  Creeping on 'em in an armadillo\n  Straight flush shit, ain't know I'm a dealer\n  Lil' one fightin' bias in the system\n  He been smokin' molly, can't remember\n  First lil' juvenile and then he turned killer\n  Raiders ridin' 'round jumping out Sprinters\n  Sick and tired of fuckin' with these niggas\n  Gotta watch my son grow up through these pictures\n  Tired of falling in love with these bitches\n  I just know I keep getting richer\n  Now they see me out there, shaking head\n  They was probably thinking I'd be dead\n  Gave him ten years and bitch fled\n  Next thing you know, he losing dreads\n  I ain't 'lowed to say no, ain't it?\n  Everyone got their arms out lately\n  Sober me way more dangerous\n  Everything be my fault, ain't it?\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n"},{"id":29215003,"name":"Stressed Out","trackName":"Stressed Out","artistName":"Kodak Black","albumName":"Stressed Out - Single","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nI done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nLocked up, my bitch 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out, walkin' through the rain\nDamn, I got a baby on the way\nFuck, court date comin' up\nYeah, I'm strong but sometimes it gets tough\nI fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nI done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\nMy lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\nWhat, this all be for a nigga?\nBuggin' off that lean, with the pistols\nNiggas rockin' ski's like it's winter\nYou don't need a team to be official\nMine is probably the same one get you\nFuck the fame, I hang around with killers\nCreeping on 'em in an armadillo\nStraight flush 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lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\nNiggas locked up, tryna spray me\nI got a warrant, so I'm shaking\nSeem like I'm all out of blessings\nI don't know if God tryna test me\nTryna help a nigga and he left me\nTo tell you the truth, I'm stressin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed Out\n  artist: Kodak Black\n  album: Stressed Out - Single\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  Locked up, my bitch stressing and shit\n  Hoping I make the pregnancy\n  Her homegirls on that messy shit\n  Telling her not to keep messing with me\n  Fucked me up when Chino died\n  He was bustin' down that fetty brick\n  My career keep passing me by, 'cause I keep goin' to jail and shit\n  Tired of smelling my cell and shit\n  Wondering where all my letters went?\n  All this money don't mean nothing\n  Nothing unless my bag is set\n  Family showing me jealousy\n  They been forgetting to care for me\n  Missin' my son, it's stressin' me\n  His mama stay on some petty shit\n  Knowing I take care of my jit\n  Even all that little extra shit\n  And you already got more child support\n  What more you want left for me?\n  Niggas ain't never been there for me\n  Niggas been giving they ass a kiss\n  Shootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back\n  Same niggas you was just laughing with\n  Talkin' to God, beggin' for a 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the truth, I'm stressin'\nWhat, this all be for a nigga?\nBuggin' off that lean, with the pistols\nNiggas rockin' ski's like it's winter\nYou don't need a team to be official\nMine is probably the same one get you\nFuck the fame, I hang around with killers\nCreeping on 'em in an armadillo\nStraight flush shit, ain't know I'm a dealer\nLil' one fightin' bias in the system\nHe been smokin' molly, can't remember\nFirst lil' juvenile and then he turned killer\nRaiders ridin' 'round jumping out Sprinters\nSick and tired of fuckin' with these niggas\nGotta watch my son grow up through these pictures\nTired of falling in love with these bitches\nI just know I keep getting richer\nNow they see me out there, shaking head\nThey was probably thinking I'd be dead\nGave him ten years and bitch fled\nNext thing you know, he losing dreads\nI ain't 'lowed to say no, ain't it?\nEveryone got their arms out lately\nSober me way more dangerous\nEverything be my fault, ain't it?\nI fucked around, got a bih 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that little extra shit\n  And you already got more child support\n  What more you want left for me?\n  Niggas ain't never been there for me\n  Niggas been giving they ass a kiss\n  Shootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back\n  Same niggas you was just laughing with\n  Talkin' to God, beggin' for a change\n  Know you know I'm goin' through some things\n  Hopin' all this prayer ain't in vain\n  Say you'd never let me feel ashamed\n  Stressed out, walkin' through the rain\n  Damn, I got a baby on the way\n  Fuck, court date comin' up\n  Yeah, I'm strong but sometimes it gets tough\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  What, this all be for a nigga?\n  Buggin' off that lean, with the pistols\n  Niggas rockin' ski's like it's winter\n  You don't need a team to be official\n  Mine is probably the same one get you\n  Fuck the fame, I hang around with killers\n  Creeping on 'em in an armadillo\n  Straight flush shit, ain't know I'm a dealer\n  Lil' one fightin' bias in the system\n  He been smokin' molly, can't remember\n  First lil' juvenile and then he turned killer\n  Raiders ridin' 'round jumping out Sprinters\n  Sick and tired of fuckin' with these niggas\n  Gotta watch my son grow up through these pictures\n  Tired of falling in love with these bitches\n  I just know I keep getting richer\n  Now they see me out there, shaking head\n  They was probably thinking I'd be dead\n  Gave him ten years and bitch fled\n  Next thing you know, he losing dreads\n  I ain't 'lowed to say no, ain't it?\n  Everyone got their arms out lately\n  Sober me way more dangerous\n  Everything be my fault, ain't it?\n  I fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n  I done fucked around, got a bih pregnant\n  My lawyer hollerin', \"Nigga, pay me\"\n  Niggas locked up, tryna spray me\n  I got a warrant, so I'm shaking\n  Seem like I'm all out of blessings\n  I don't know if God tryna test me\n  Tryna help a nigga and he left me\n  To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'\n"}]