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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\nI be eatin' bullshit with a smile\nNigga, I basically live in denial\nSayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\nAnd tellin' niggas I ain't sad\nTellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\nTellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\nI'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\nBut then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\nAnd I know there's people with less\nAnd to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\nNigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\nI know I'm in good hands like All State\nSun or rain, joy or pain\nI'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\nNice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\nAre you comin' with me or not?\nThis shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\nI love when they give me the vibes\nDid it again, did what I said\nWake up and get to the ends\nThis shit is rag, I don't pretend\nI sort that shit in my head\nUsed to kick it with the homies, yeah\nTalk shit and sip Jack\nGet drunk up in Coney, yeah\nF train all the way back\nWe was duckin' from police\nI don't ride with no phonies\nIf you real, then you show me\nKnow I'm real if you know me\nPeople fake so I'm lonely, yeah\nGive me a dap\nI'm never wishin' you bad\nI hope you gettin' your bread\nI hope you gettin' ahead\nAnd nothin' is settin' you back\nYeah, yeah, I been that asshole\nStill authentic asshole\nIf I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\nGet it how you live it though\nPolish up, my spirit's low\nEvery day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\nTryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\nJust keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day\nNice smile but he no good what they all say\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.64] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[00:16.76] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[00:20.07] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[00:23.59] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[00:26.78] Woke up in my bag\n[00:28.02] Only focused on my path\n[00:29.62] They have kicked me at my lowest\n[00:31.48] Now they hit me like my bae\n[00:33.09] Hear that birdie sing that song\n[00:34.80] Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n[00:36.40] My lil' baby love me long\n[00:37.96] I got these blessings in my lap\n[00:39.63] My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n[00:41.66] Shooters like it's columbine\n[00:43.32] Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign\n[00:46.65] Take my forty acres\n[00:48.15] Got a bullet for my slaver\n[00:49.78] You could keep the fuckin' papers\n[00:51.47] Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n[00:53.46] Young nigga from the East Coast\n[00:54.97] Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n[00:56.46] Hittin' people with the free gang\n[00:58.32] Keep three friends like Migos\n[00:59.91] See feds through peepholes\n[01:01.65] I peep game and keep on\n[01:03.24] See me runnin' to the sunset\n[01:04.88] I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n[01:06.55] Like yeah, I got the drip\n[01:07.99] Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n[01:09.62] Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n[01:11.28] My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n[01:12.93] Yes, I really lived\n[01:14.38] If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n[01:16.56] And when you haters check up on me\n[01:18.43] Know that I'ma still be this\n[01:20.17] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[01:23.27] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[01:26.65] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[01:30.06] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[01:33.46] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[01:36.75] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[01:40.16] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[01:43.42] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[01:46.89] Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n[01:48.83] Yeah, that's what they all say\n[01:50.45] But me being perfect? Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.73] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:18.17] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.75] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:21.42] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:23.02] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:24.78] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:26.59] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:28.20] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n[02:29.93] And I know there's people with less\n[02:31.36] And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n[02:33.06] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.99] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:36.72] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:38.58] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:40.49] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n[02:43.37] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:46.63] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:50.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:53.34] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:56.67] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.95] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:03.29] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.88] I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n[03:08.83] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:10.36] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:12.10] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:13.77] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:15.48] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:17.01] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:18.77] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:20.40] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:22.25] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:23.74] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:25.55] F train all the way back\n[03:27.07] We was duckin' from police\n[03:28.67] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:29.94] If you real, then you show me\n[03:31.07] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:32.37] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:33.78] Give me a dap\n[03:34.83] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:36.03] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:37.28] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:38.46] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:39.62] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:41.67] Still authentic asshole\n[03:43.32] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:46.66] Get it how you live it though\n[03:48.50] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:50.27] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:53.23] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:56.56] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.96] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:03.41] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:06.69] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:10.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:13.32] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:16.58] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.92] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:23.33] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[04:27.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always\n artist: KOTA the Friend\n album: EVERYTHING (radio edit)\n duration_ms: 283000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n start_ms: 13640\n end_ms: 16760\n- text: Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n start_ms: 16760\n end_ms: 20070\n- text: Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n start_ms: 20070\n end_ms: 23590\n- text: Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 23590\n end_ms: 26780\n- text: Woke up in my bag\n start_ms: 26780\n end_ms: 28020\n- text: Only focused on my path\n start_ms: 28020\n end_ms: 29620\n- text: They have kicked me at my lowest\n start_ms: 29620\n end_ms: 31480\n- text: Now they hit me like my bae\n start_ms: 31480\n end_ms: 33090\n- text: Hear that birdie sing that song\n start_ms: 33090\n end_ms: 34800\n- text: Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? 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(Come on)\nI be eatin' bullshit with a smile\nNigga, I basically live in denial\nSayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\nAnd tellin' niggas I ain't sad\nTellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\nTellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\nI'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\nBut then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (haha)\nAnd I know there's people with less\nSo to say I'm not blessed, mean I'd be a liar\nNigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\nI know I'm in good hands like All State\nSun or rain, joy or pain\nI'm givin' thanks always, always, always\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day (always, always)\nNice smile but he no good what they all say (leavin' after that, yeah)\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\nI'm back in the city, I rock and I milly\nAre you comin' with me or not?\nThis shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\nI love when they give me the vibes\nDid it again, did what I said\nWake up and get to the ends\nThis shit is rag, I don't pretend\nI sort that shit in my head\nUsed to kick it with the homies, yeah\nTalk shit and sip Jack\nGet drunk up in Coney, yeah\nF train all the way back\nWe was duckin' from police\nI don't ride with no phonies\nIf you real, then you show me\nKnow I'm real if you know me\nPeople fake so I'm lonely, yeah\nGive me a dap\nI'm never wishin' you bad\nI hope you gettin' your bread\nI hope you gettin' ahead\nAnd nothin' is settin' you back\nYeah, yeah, I been that asshole\nStill authentic asshole\nIf I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\nGet it how you live it though\nPolish up, my spirit's low\nEvery day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\nTryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\nJust keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day\nNice smile but he no good what they all say\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.94] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[00:16.42] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[00:19.80] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[00:23.16] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[00:26.14] Woke up in my bag\n[00:27.61] Only focused on my path\n[00:29.09] They have kicked me at my lowest\n[00:30.88] Now they hit me like my bae\n[00:32.48] Hear that birdie sing that song\n[00:34.24] Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n[00:35.82] My lil' baby love me long\n[00:37.53] I got these blessings in my lap\n[00:39.15] My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n[00:41.02] Shooters like it's Columbine\n[00:42.78] Comin' for that Gouda like they never seen a dollar sign\n[00:46.27] Take my forty acres\n[00:47.77] Got a bullet for my slaver\n[00:49.24] You could keep the fuckin' papers\n[00:51.09] Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n[00:52.92] Young nigga from the East Coast\n[00:54.53] Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n[00:56.13] Hittin' people with the free gang\n[00:57.70] Keep three friends like Migos\n[00:59.54] See feds through peepholes\n[01:01.24] I peep game and keep on\n[01:02.90] See me runnin' to the sunset\n[01:04.42] I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n[01:06.01] Like yeah, I got the drip\n[01:07.76] Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n[01:09.16] Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n[01:10.78] My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n[01:12.67] Yes, I really lived\n[01:13.90] If I do go broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n[01:16.35] And when you haters check up on me\n[01:17.75] Know that I'ma still be this\n[01:19.75] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[01:22.97] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[01:26.25] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[01:29.65] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[01:32.99] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[01:36.42] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[01:39.84] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[01:43.13] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[01:46.30] Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (ah yeah)\n[01:48.58] Yeah, that's what they all say\n[01:49.73] But me being perfect? Give me a break\n[01:51.39] Maturity's millions of miles away (phew)\n[01:53.10] All of these demons, I got to fight one\n[01:54.23] All of these hoes, I got to like one\n[01:56.00] My situation is a tight one\n[01:57.54] What I'ma do? Not go in Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.21] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\n[02:02.04] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:03.68] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:05.76] Yeah, what's weird to me is it appears to be like this super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.28] From everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\n[02:11.00] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\n[02:12.78] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.30] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.06] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:17.62] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.13] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:20.90] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:22.46] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:23.98] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:25.74] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:27.19] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (haha)\n[02:29.29] And I know there's people with less\n[02:30.57] So to say I'm not blessed, mean I'd be a liar\n[02:32.04] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.06] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:35.87] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:37.57] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:39.46] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (always, always)\n[02:42.44] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:45.84] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:49.10] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:52.48] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:55.88] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.13] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:02.72] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.11] I'm back in the city, I rock and I milly\n[03:07.86] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:09.49] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:11.31] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:12.79] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:14.40] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:15.73] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:17.87] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:19.44] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:21.22] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:22.76] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:24.38] F train all the way back\n[03:26.01] We was duckin' from police\n[03:27.65] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:28.96] If you real, then you show me\n[03:30.08] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:31.40] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:32.95] Give me a dap\n[03:33.93] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:35.09] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:36.43] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:37.37] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:38.77] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:40.55] Still authentic asshole\n[03:42.45] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:45.86] Get it how you live it though\n[03:47.43] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:49.19] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:52.37] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:55.71] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.27] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:02.50] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:05.81] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:09.27] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:12.55] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:15.92] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.14] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:22.72] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always (feat. 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Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 262720\nplain: |-\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n Woke up in my bag\n Only focused on my path\n They have kicked me at my lowest\n Now they hit me like my bae\n Hear that birdie sing that song\n Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n My lil' baby love me long\n I got these blessings in my lap\n My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n Shooters like it's Columbine\n Comin' for that Gouda like they never seen a dollar sign\n Take my forty acres\n Got a bullet for my slaver\n You could keep the fuckin' papers\n Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n Young nigga from the East Coast\n Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n Hittin' people with the free gang\n Keep three friends like Migos\n See feds through peepholes\n I peep game and keep on\n See me runnin' to the sunset\n I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do go broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (ah yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles away (phew)\n All of these demons, I got to fight one\n All of these hoes, I got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'ma do? Not go in Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me is it appears to be like this super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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and keep on\n See me runnin' to the sunset\n I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles away (phew)\nAll of these demons, I got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, I got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'ma do? Not go in Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me is it appears to be like this super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\n[01:51.39] Maturity's millions of miles away (phew)\n[01:53.10] All of these demons, I got to fight one\n[01:54.23] All of these hoes, I got to like one\n[01:56.00] My situation is a tight one\n[01:57.54] What I'ma do? Not go in Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.21] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\n[02:02.04] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:03.68] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:05.76] Yeah, what's weird to me is it appears to be like this super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.28] From everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\n[02:11.00] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\n[02:12.78] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.30] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.06] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:17.62] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.13] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:20.90] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:22.46] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:23.98] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:25.74] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:27.19] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (haha)\n[02:29.29] And I know there's people with less\n[02:30.57] So to say I'm not blessed, mean I'd be a liar\n[02:32.04] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.06] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:35.87] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:37.57] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:39.46] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (always, always)\n[02:42.44] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:45.84] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:49.10] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:52.48] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:55.88] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.13] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:02.72] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.11] I'm back in the city, I rock and I milly\n[03:07.86] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:09.49] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:11.31] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:12.79] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:14.40] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:15.73] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:17.87] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:19.44] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:21.22] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:22.76] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:24.38] F train all the way back\n[03:26.01] We was duckin' from police\n[03:27.65] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:28.96] If you real, then you show me\n[03:30.08] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:31.40] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:32.95] Give me a dap\n[03:33.93] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:35.09] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:36.43] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:37.37] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:38.77] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:40.55] Still authentic asshole\n[03:42.45] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:45.86] Get it how you live it though\n[03:47.43] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:49.19] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:52.37] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:55.71] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.27] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:02.50] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:05.81] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:09.27] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:12.55] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:15.92] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.14] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:22.72] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always (feat. 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this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do go broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (ah yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles away (phew)\n All of these demons, I got to fight one\n All of these hoes, I got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'ma do? Not go in Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me is it appears to be like this super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break (ha-ha)\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one (hm)\nWhat I'ma do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun? (Pff)\n\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What? (Ha)\nYeah, what's weird to me, it appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n\nI be eatin' bullshit with a smile (yeah)\nNigga, I basically live in denial (ha-ha-ha)\nSayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\nAnd tellin' niggas I ain't sad (ain't sad)\nTellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\nTellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\nI'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n\nBut then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (ha-ha)\nAnd I know there's people with less\nAnd to say I'm not blessed? 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Give me a break (ha-ha)\n[01:51.77] Maturity's millions of miles aways (phew)\n[01:53.45] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.02] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.62] My situation is a tight one (hm)\n[01:58.48] What I'ma do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun? (Pff)\n[02:00.89] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What?\"\n[02:02.50] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.23] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What? (Ha)\n[02:06.26] Yeah, what's weird to me, it appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.87] From everything I hold dear to me (fuck)\n[02:11.89] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)\n[02:13.12] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.98] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.48] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile (yeah)\n[02:18.16] Nigga, I basically live in denial (ha-ha-ha)\n[02:19.73] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:21.44] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad (ain't sad)\n[02:23.04] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:24.77] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:26.55] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:28.00] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (ha-ha)\n[02:29.88] And I know there's people with less\n[02:31.13] And to say I'm not blessed? 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(Come on)\n\n I be eatin' bullshit with a smile (yeah)\n Nigga, I basically live in denial (ha-ha-ha)\n Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n And tellin' niggas I ain't sad (ain't sad)\n Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n\n But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (ha-ha)\n And I know there's people with less\n And to say I'm not blessed? 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\nI be eatin' bullshit with a smile\nNigga, I basically live in denial\nSayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\nAnd tellin' niggas I ain't sad\nTellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\nTellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\nI'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\nBut then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\nAnd I know there's people with less\nAnd to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\nNigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\nI know I'm in good hands like All State\nSun or rain, joy or pain\nI'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\nNice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\nAre you comin' with me or not?\nThis shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\nI love when they give me the vibes\nDid it again, did what I said\nWake up and get to the ends\nThis shit is rag, I don't pretend\nI sort that shit in my head\nUsed to kick it with the homies, yeah\nTalk shit and sip Jack\nGet drunk up in Coney, yeah\nF train all the way back\nWe was duckin' from police\nI don't ride with no phonies\nIf you real, then you show me\nKnow I'm real if you know me\nPeople fake so I'm lonely, yeah\nGive me a dap\nI'm never wishin' you bad\nI hope you gettin' your bread\nI hope you gettin' ahead\nAnd nothin' is settin' you back\nYeah, yeah, I been that asshole\nStill authentic asshole\nIf I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\nGet it how you live it though\nPolish up, my spirit's low\nEvery day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\nTryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\nJust keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day\nNice smile but he no good what they all say\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.64] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[00:16.76] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[00:20.07] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[00:23.59] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[00:26.78] Woke up in my bag\n[00:28.02] Only focused on my path\n[00:29.62] They have kicked me at my lowest\n[00:31.48] Now they hit me like my bae\n[00:33.09] Hear that birdie sing that song\n[00:34.80] Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n[00:36.40] My lil' baby love me long\n[00:37.96] I got these blessings in my lap\n[00:39.63] My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n[00:41.66] Shooters like it's columbine\n[00:43.32] Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign\n[00:46.65] Take my forty acres\n[00:48.15] Got a bullet for my slaver\n[00:49.78] You could keep the fuckin' papers\n[00:51.47] Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n[00:53.46] Young nigga from the East Coast\n[00:54.97] Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n[00:56.46] Hittin' people with the free gang\n[00:58.32] Keep three friends like Migos\n[00:59.91] See feds through peepholes\n[01:01.65] I peep game and keep on\n[01:03.24] See me runnin' to the sunset\n[01:04.88] I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n[01:06.55] Like yeah, I got the drip\n[01:07.99] Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n[01:09.62] Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n[01:11.28] My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n[01:12.93] Yes, I really lived\n[01:14.38] If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n[01:16.56] And when you haters check up on me\n[01:18.43] Know that I'ma still be this\n[01:20.17] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[01:23.27] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[01:26.65] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[01:30.06] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[01:33.46] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[01:36.75] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[01:40.16] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[01:43.42] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[01:46.89] Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n[01:48.83] Yeah, that's what they all say\n[01:50.45] But me being perfect? Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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and keep on\n See me runnin' to the sunset\n I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n Nigga, I basically live in denial\n Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n And I know there's people with less\n And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n I know I'm in good hands like All State\n Sun or rain, joy or pain\n I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n Are you comin' with me or not?\n This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n I love when they give me the vibes\n Did it again, did what I said\n Wake up and get to the ends\n This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n I sort that shit in my head\n Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n Talk shit and sip Jack\n Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n F train all the way back\n We was duckin' from police\n I don't ride with no phonies\n If you real, then you show me\n Know I'm real if you know me\n People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n Give me a dap\n I'm never wishin' you bad\n I hope you gettin' your bread\n I hope you gettin' ahead\n And nothin' is settin' you back\n Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n Still authentic asshole\n If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n Get it how you live it though\n Polish up, my spirit's low\n Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":15655168,"name":"Always","trackName":"Always","artistName":"KOTA the Friend feat. 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.73] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:18.17] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.75] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:21.42] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:23.02] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:24.78] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:26.59] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:28.20] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n[02:29.93] And I know there's people with less\n[02:31.36] And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n[02:33.06] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.99] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:36.72] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:38.58] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:40.49] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n[02:43.37] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:46.63] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:50.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:53.34] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:56.67] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.95] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:03.29] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.88] I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n[03:08.83] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:10.36] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:12.10] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:13.77] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:15.48] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:17.01] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:18.77] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:20.40] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:22.25] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:23.74] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:25.55] F train all the way back\n[03:27.07] We was duckin' from police\n[03:28.67] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:29.94] If you real, then you show me\n[03:31.07] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:32.37] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:33.78] Give me a dap\n[03:34.83] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:36.03] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:37.28] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:38.46] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:39.62] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:41.67] Still authentic asshole\n[03:43.32] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:46.66] Get it how you live it though\n[03:48.50] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:50.27] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:53.23] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:56.56] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.96] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:03.41] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:06.69] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:10.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:13.32] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:16.58] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.92] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:23.33] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[04:27.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always\n artist: KOTA the Friend feat. 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and keep on\n See me runnin' to the sunset\n I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\nI be eatin' bullshit with a smile\nNigga, I basically live in denial\nSayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\nAnd tellin' niggas I ain't sad\nTellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\nTellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\nI'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\nBut then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\nAnd I know there's people with less\nAnd to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\nNigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\nI know I'm in good hands like All State\nSun or rain, joy or pain\nI'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\nNice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\nAre you comin' with me or not?\nThis shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\nI love when they give me the vibes\nDid it again, did what I said\nWake up and get to the ends\nThis shit is rag, I don't pretend\nI sort that shit in my head\nUsed to kick it with the homies, yeah\nTalk shit and sip Jack\nGet drunk up in Coney, yeah\nF train all the way back\nWe was duckin' from police\nI don't ride with no phonies\nIf you real, then you show me\nKnow I'm real if you know me\nPeople fake so I'm lonely, yeah\nGive me a dap\nI'm never wishin' you bad\nI hope you gettin' your bread\nI hope you gettin' ahead\nAnd nothin' is settin' you back\nYeah, yeah, I been that asshole\nStill authentic asshole\nIf I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\nGet it how you live it though\nPolish up, my spirit's low\nEvery day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\nTryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\nJust keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day\nNice smile but he no good what they all say\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.64] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[00:16.76] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[00:20.07] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[00:23.59] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[00:26.78] Woke up in my bag\n[00:28.02] Only focused on my path\n[00:29.62] They have kicked me at my lowest\n[00:31.48] Now they hit me like my bae\n[00:33.09] Hear that birdie sing that song\n[00:34.80] Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n[00:36.40] My lil' baby love me long\n[00:37.96] I got these blessings in my lap\n[00:39.63] My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n[00:41.66] Shooters like it's columbine\n[00:43.32] Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign\n[00:46.65] Take my forty acres\n[00:48.15] Got a bullet for my slaver\n[00:49.78] You could keep the fuckin' papers\n[00:51.47] Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n[00:53.46] Young nigga from the East Coast\n[00:54.97] Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n[00:56.46] Hittin' people with the free gang\n[00:58.32] Keep three friends like Migos\n[00:59.91] See feds through peepholes\n[01:01.65] I peep game and keep on\n[01:03.24] See me runnin' to the sunset\n[01:04.88] I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n[01:06.55] Like yeah, I got the drip\n[01:07.99] Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n[01:09.62] Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n[01:11.28] My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n[01:12.93] Yes, I really lived\n[01:14.38] If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n[01:16.56] And when you haters check up on me\n[01:18.43] Know that I'ma still be this\n[01:20.17] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[01:23.27] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[01:26.65] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[01:30.06] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[01:33.46] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[01:36.75] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[01:40.16] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[01:43.42] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[01:46.89] Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n[01:48.83] Yeah, that's what they all say\n[01:50.45] But me being perfect? Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.73] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:18.17] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.75] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:21.42] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:23.02] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:24.78] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:26.59] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:28.20] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n[02:29.93] And I know there's people with less\n[02:31.36] And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n[02:33.06] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.99] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:36.72] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:38.58] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:40.49] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n[02:43.37] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:46.63] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:50.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:53.34] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:56.67] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.95] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:03.29] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.88] I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n[03:08.83] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:10.36] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:12.10] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:13.77] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:15.48] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:17.01] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:18.77] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:20.40] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:22.25] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:23.74] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:25.55] F train all the way back\n[03:27.07] We was duckin' from police\n[03:28.67] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:29.94] If you real, then you show me\n[03:31.07] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:32.37] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:33.78] Give me a dap\n[03:34.83] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:36.03] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:37.28] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:38.46] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:39.62] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:41.67] Still authentic asshole\n[03:43.32] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:46.66] Get it how you live it though\n[03:48.50] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:50.27] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:53.23] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:56.56] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.96] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:03.41] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:06.69] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:10.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:13.32] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:16.58] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.92] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:23.33] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[04:27.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always\n artist: Kota the Friend feat. 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Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? 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I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n start_ms: 186880\n end_ms: 188830\n- text: Are you comin' with me or not?\n start_ms: 188830\n end_ms: 190360\n- text: This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n start_ms: 190360\n end_ms: 192100\n- text: I love when they give me the vibes\n start_ms: 192100\n end_ms: 193770\n- text: Did it again, did what I said\n start_ms: 193770\n end_ms: 195480\n- text: Wake up and get to the ends\n start_ms: 195480\n end_ms: 197010\n- text: This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n start_ms: 197010\n end_ms: 198770\n- text: I sort that shit in my head\n start_ms: 198770\n end_ms: 200400\n- text: Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n start_ms: 200400\n end_ms: 202250\n- text: Talk shit and sip Jack\n start_ms: 202250\n end_ms: 203740\n- text: Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n start_ms: 203740\n end_ms: 205550\n- text: F train all the way back\n start_ms: 205550\n end_ms: 207070\n- text: We was duckin' from police\n start_ms: 207070\n end_ms: 208670\n- text: 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and keep on\n See me runnin' to the sunset\n I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n Nigga, I basically live in denial\n Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n And I know there's people with less\n And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n I know I'm in good hands like All State\n Sun or rain, joy or pain\n I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n Are you comin' with me or not?\n This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n I love when they give me the vibes\n Did it again, did what I said\n Wake up and get to the ends\n This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n I sort that shit in my head\n Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n Talk shit and sip Jack\n Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n F train all the way back\n We was duckin' from police\n I don't ride with no phonies\n If you real, then you show me\n Know I'm real if you know me\n People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n Give me a dap\n I'm never wishin' you bad\n I hope you gettin' your bread\n I hope you gettin' ahead\n And nothin' is settin' you back\n Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n Still authentic asshole\n If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n Get it how you live it though\n Polish up, my spirit's low\n Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":12478326,"name":"Always","trackName":"Always","artistName":"Kota the Friend feat. 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.73] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:18.17] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.75] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:21.42] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:23.02] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:24.78] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:26.59] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:28.20] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n[02:29.93] And I know there's people with less\n[02:31.36] And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n[02:33.06] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.99] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:36.72] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:38.58] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:40.49] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n[02:43.37] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:46.63] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:50.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:53.34] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:56.67] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.95] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:03.29] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.88] I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n[03:08.83] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:10.36] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:12.10] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:13.77] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:15.48] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:17.01] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:18.77] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:20.40] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:22.25] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:23.74] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:25.55] F train all the way back\n[03:27.07] We was duckin' from police\n[03:28.67] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:29.94] If you real, then you show me\n[03:31.07] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:32.37] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:33.78] Give me a dap\n[03:34.83] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:36.03] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:37.28] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:38.46] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:39.62] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:41.67] Still authentic asshole\n[03:43.32] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:46.66] Get it how you live it though\n[03:48.50] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:50.27] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:53.23] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:56.56] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.96] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:03.41] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:06.69] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:10.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:13.32] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:16.58] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.92] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:23.33] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[04:27.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always\n artist: Kota the Friend feat. 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Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? 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Give me a break\nMaturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\nAll of these demons, they got to fight one\nAll of these hoes, they got to like one\nMy situation is a tight one\nWhat I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\nNot get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\nNot give me daddy some Christian Dior?\nNot give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\nYeah, what's weird to me,\nIt appears to be like super lack of sincerity\nFrom everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\nAnd that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\nIt's like niggas just can't be real with me\nSeriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\nI be eatin' bullshit with a smile\nNigga, I basically live in denial\nSayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\nAnd tellin' niggas I ain't sad\nTellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\nTellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\nI'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\nBut then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\nAnd I know there's people with less\nAnd to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\nNigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\nI know I'm in good hands like All State\nSun or rain, joy or pain\nI'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\nNice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\nAre you comin' with me or not?\nThis shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\nI love when they give me the vibes\nDid it again, did what I said\nWake up and get to the ends\nThis shit is rag, I don't pretend\nI sort that shit in my head\nUsed to kick it with the homies, yeah\nTalk shit and sip Jack\nGet drunk up in Coney, yeah\nF train all the way back\nWe was duckin' from police\nI don't ride with no phonies\nIf you real, then you show me\nKnow I'm real if you know me\nPeople fake so I'm lonely, yeah\nGive me a dap\nI'm never wishin' you bad\nI hope you gettin' your bread\nI hope you gettin' ahead\nAnd nothin' is settin' you back\nYeah, yeah, I been that asshole\nStill authentic asshole\nIf I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\nGet it how you live it though\nPolish up, my spirit's low\nEvery day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\nTryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\nJust keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\nTop-down in my old hood, it's a good day\nNice smile but he no good what they all say\nWhen I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\nKnock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\nLove is love, sun is up, fuck it up\nGet your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\nFuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\nTell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.64] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[00:16.76] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[00:20.07] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[00:23.59] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[00:26.78] Woke up in my bag\n[00:28.02] Only focused on my path\n[00:29.62] They have kicked me at my lowest\n[00:31.48] Now they hit me like my bae\n[00:33.09] Hear that birdie sing that song\n[00:34.80] Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n[00:36.40] My lil' baby love me long\n[00:37.96] I got these blessings in my lap\n[00:39.63] My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n[00:41.66] Shooters like it's columbine\n[00:43.32] Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign\n[00:46.65] Take my forty acres\n[00:48.15] Got a bullet for my slaver\n[00:49.78] You could keep the fuckin' papers\n[00:51.47] Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n[00:53.46] Young nigga from the East Coast\n[00:54.97] Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n[00:56.46] Hittin' people with the free gang\n[00:58.32] Keep three friends like Migos\n[00:59.91] See feds through peepholes\n[01:01.65] I peep game and keep on\n[01:03.24] See me runnin' to the sunset\n[01:04.88] I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n[01:06.55] Like yeah, I got the drip\n[01:07.99] Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n[01:09.62] Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n[01:11.28] My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n[01:12.93] Yes, I really lived\n[01:14.38] If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n[01:16.56] And when you haters check up on me\n[01:18.43] Know that I'ma still be this\n[01:20.17] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[01:23.27] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[01:26.65] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[01:30.06] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[01:33.46] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[01:36.75] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[01:40.16] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[01:43.42] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[01:46.89] Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n[01:48.83] Yeah, that's what they all say\n[01:50.45] But me being perfect? Give me a break\n[01:52.04] Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n[01:53.58] All of these demons, they got to fight one\n[01:55.23] All of these hoes, they got to like one\n[01:56.82] My situation is a tight one\n[01:58.54] What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n[02:00.80] Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n[02:02.68] Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n[02:04.37] Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n[02:06.32] Yeah, what's weird to me,\n[02:07.93] It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n[02:09.82] From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n[02:11.81] And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n[02:13.29] It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n[02:14.91] Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n[02:16.73] I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n[02:18.17] Nigga, I basically live in denial\n[02:19.75] Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n[02:21.42] And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n[02:23.02] Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n[02:24.78] Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n[02:26.59] I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n[02:28.20] But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n[02:29.93] And I know there's people with less\n[02:31.36] And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n[02:33.06] Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n[02:34.99] I know I'm in good hands like All State\n[02:36.72] Sun or rain, joy or pain\n[02:38.58] I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n[02:40.49] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n[02:43.37] Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n[02:46.63] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[02:50.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[02:53.34] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[02:56.67] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[02:59.95] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[03:03.29] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.88] I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n[03:08.83] Are you comin' with me or not?\n[03:10.36] This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n[03:12.10] I love when they give me the vibes\n[03:13.77] Did it again, did what I said\n[03:15.48] Wake up and get to the ends\n[03:17.01] This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n[03:18.77] I sort that shit in my head\n[03:20.40] Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n[03:22.25] Talk shit and sip Jack\n[03:23.74] Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n[03:25.55] F train all the way back\n[03:27.07] We was duckin' from police\n[03:28.67] I don't ride with no phonies\n[03:29.94] If you real, then you show me\n[03:31.07] Know I'm real if you know me\n[03:32.37] People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n[03:33.78] Give me a dap\n[03:34.83] I'm never wishin' you bad\n[03:36.03] I hope you gettin' your bread\n[03:37.28] I hope you gettin' ahead\n[03:38.46] And nothin' is settin' you back\n[03:39.62] Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n[03:41.67] Still authentic asshole\n[03:43.32] If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n[03:46.66] Get it how you live it though\n[03:48.50] Polish up, my spirit's low\n[03:50.27] Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n[03:53.23] Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n[03:56.56] Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n[03:59.96] Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n[04:03.41] Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n[04:06.69] When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n[04:10.03] Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n[04:13.32] Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n[04:16.58] Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n[04:19.92] Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n[04:23.33] Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n[04:27.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Always (feat. 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low\n start_ms: 228500\n end_ms: 230270\n- text: Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n start_ms: 230270\n end_ms: 233230\n- text: Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n start_ms: 233230\n end_ms: 236560\n- text: Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n start_ms: 236560\n end_ms: 239960\n- text: Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n start_ms: 239960\n end_ms: 243410\n- text: Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n start_ms: 243410\n end_ms: 246690\n- text: When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n start_ms: 246690\n end_ms: 250030\n- text: Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n start_ms: 250030\n end_ms: 253320\n- text: Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n start_ms: 253320\n end_ms: 256580\n- text: Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n start_ms: 256580\n end_ms: 259920\n- text: Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n start_ms: 259920\n end_ms: 263330\n- text: Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 263330\n end_ms: 267050\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 267050\nplain: |-\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n Woke up in my bag\n Only focused on my path\n They have kicked me at my lowest\n Now they hit me like my bae\n Hear that birdie sing that song\n Ain't no kick drum but it slap\n My lil' baby love me long\n I got these blessings in my lap\n My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan\n Shooters like it's columbine\n Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign\n Take my forty acres\n Got a bullet for my slaver\n You could keep the fuckin' papers\n Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time\n Young nigga from the East Coast\n Been livin' like I got a cheat code\n Hittin' people with the free gang\n Keep three friends like Migos\n See feds through peepholes\n I peep game and keep on\n See me runnin' to the sunset\n I'ma blow this shut up like a C4\n Like yeah, I got the drip\n Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip\n Give me a hand, we takin' a trip\n My shorty a dime, got me a ten\n Yes, I really lived\n If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich\n And when you haters check up on me\n Know that I'ma still be this\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)\n Yeah, that's what they all say\n But me being perfect? Give me a break\n Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)\n All of these demons, they got to fight one\n All of these hoes, they got to like one\n My situation is a tight one\n What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?\n Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, \"What? \"?\n Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?\n Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?\n Yeah, what's weird to me,\n It appears to be like super lack of sincerity\n From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)\n And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)\n It's like niggas just can't be real with me\n Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)\n I be eatin' bullshit with a smile\n Nigga, I basically live in denial\n Sayin', \"Oh, it ain't so bad\"\n And tellin' niggas I ain't sad\n Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash\n Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad\n I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)\n But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (Haha)\n And I know there's people with less\n And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar\n Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway\n I know I'm in good hands like All State\n Sun or rain, joy or pain\n I'm givin' thanks always, always, always\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n\n I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly\n Are you comin' with me or not?\n This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies\n I love when they give me the vibes\n Did it again, did what I said\n Wake up and get to the ends\n This shit is rag, I don't pretend\n I sort that shit in my head\n Used to kick it with the homies, yeah\n Talk shit and sip Jack\n Get drunk up in Coney, yeah\n F train all the way back\n We was duckin' from police\n I don't ride with no phonies\n If you real, then you show me\n Know I'm real if you know me\n People fake so I'm lonely, yeah\n Give me a dap\n I'm never wishin' you bad\n I hope you gettin' your bread\n I hope you gettin' ahead\n And nothin' is settin' you back\n Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole\n Still authentic asshole\n If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole\n Get it how you live it though\n Polish up, my spirit's low\n Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for\n Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low\n Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow\n\n Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day\n Nice smile but he no good what they all say\n When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always\n Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway\n Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up\n Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up\n Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts\n Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah\n"}]