[{"id":2578530,"name":"Couple Things","trackName":"Couple Things","artistName":"Lice / Aesop Rock / Homeboy Sandman","albumName":"Lice Two: Still Buggin'","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All grown stuff\nLong road no fluff\nPiece of work\nEat the turn buckle like a roast duck\nPost punk\nPlate of fat\nRaider of the rations\nBlacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\nZap!\nThe riddle wriggle on about the residue\nA social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo\nRun ragged til the blood magic pretzel you\nRag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food\n(Cake)\nThese are the breaks that make the embers blue\nI can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into\nI can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate\nI'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets\nTop row swan dive\nAim for the ballyhoo\nBonzai!\nCertain death hangs from a parachute\nMy bows and arrows like two lovers\nUnderneath the Paris moon\nThey been together since the bounty hunt\nThis afternoon, and K I S S I N G\nEyes on his rivalries\nLook at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries\nI write about delirium and disappearing devils\nThen frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols\nAnd a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball\nPeople peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home\nI walk like a D-Day sim\nYou walk like a de-veined shrimp\nSimp!\n\nI know a couple things about a couple things\n\nImbued with the fortitude\nAnd shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\nThis ain't your forty acres and a mule though\nThis is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\nIf 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\nMy closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\nAnd never lifted like a proper curse\nYou heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\nBehind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\nI hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\nBlindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\nThe water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\nMinds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\nThe loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\nAfter a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\nYou need a different type emoticon\nNo need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\nI'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\nUntil the crowd becomes a second stage\nI'm up for burning at the stake\nAnd switch Binaca out for pepperspray\nThat's where they call the coppers 88\nAnd where they beat it up\nAnd eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\nFuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\nWho's down to lay in graves\n(Ugh!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Couple Things\n  artist: Lice / Aesop Rock / Homeboy Sandman\n  album: 'Lice Two: Still Buggin'''\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  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write about delirium and disappearing devils\n  Then frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols\n  And a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball\n  People peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home\n  I walk like a D-Day sim\n  You walk like a de-veined shrimp\n  Simp!\n\n  I know a couple things about a couple things\n\n  Imbued with the fortitude\n  And shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\n  This ain't your forty acres and a mule though\n  This is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\n  If 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\n  My closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\n  And never lifted like a proper curse\n  You heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\n  Behind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\n  I hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\n  Blindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\n  The water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\n  Minds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\n  The loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\n  After a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\n  You need a different type emoticon\n  No need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\n  I'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\n  Until the crowd becomes a second stage\n  I'm up for burning at the stake\n  And switch Binaca out for pepperspray\n  That's where they call the coppers 88\n  And where they beat it up\n  And eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\n  Fuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\n  Who's down to lay in graves\n  (Ugh!)\n"},{"id":5758577,"name":"Couple Things","trackName":"Couple Things","artistName":"Aesop Rock","albumName":"Lice Two: Still Buggin'","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All grown stuff\nLong road no fluff\nPiece of work\nEat the turn buckle like a roast duck\nPost punk\nPlate of fat\nRaider of the rations\nBlacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\nZap!\nThe riddle wriggle on about the residue\nA social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo\nRun ragged til the blood magic pretzel you\nRag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food\n(Cake)\nThese are the breaks that make the embers blue\nI can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into\nI can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate\nI'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets\nTop row swan dive\nAim for the ballyhoo\nBonzai!\nCertain death hangs from a parachute\nMy bows and arrows like two lovers\nUnderneath the Paris moon\nThey been together since the bounty hunt\nThis afternoon, and K I S S I N G\nEyes on his rivalries\nLook at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries\nI write about delirium and disappearing devils\nThen frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols\nAnd a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball\nPeople peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home\nI walk like a D-Day sim\nYou walk like a de-veined shrimp\nSimp!\n\nI know a couple things about a couple things\n\nImbued with the fortitude\nAnd shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\nThis ain't your forty acres and a mule though\nThis is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\nIf 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\nMy closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\nAnd never lifted like a proper curse\nYou heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\nBehind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\nI hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\nBlindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\nThe water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\nMinds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\nThe loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\nAfter a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\nYou need a different type emoticon\nNo need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\nI'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\nUntil the crowd becomes a second stage\nI'm up for burning at the stake\nAnd switch Binaca out for pepperspray\nThat's where they call the coppers 88\nAnd where they beat it up\nAnd eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\nFuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\nWho's down to lay in graves\n(Ugh!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Couple Things\n  artist: Aesop Rock\n  album: 'Lice Two: Still Buggin'''\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All grown stuff\n  Long road no fluff\n  Piece of work\n  Eat the turn buckle like a roast duck\n  Post punk\n  Plate of fat\n  Raider of the rations\n  Blacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\n  Zap!\n  The riddle wriggle on about the residue\n  A social 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Simp!\n\n  I know a couple things about a couple things\n\n  Imbued with the fortitude\n  And shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\n  This ain't your forty acres and a mule though\n  This is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\n  If 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\n  My closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\n  And never lifted like a proper curse\n  You heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\n  Behind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\n  I hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\n  Blindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\n  The water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\n  Minds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\n  The loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\n  After a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\n  You need a different type emoticon\n  No need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\n  I'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\n  Until the crowd becomes a second stage\n  I'm up for burning at the stake\n  And switch Binaca out for pepperspray\n  That's where they call the coppers 88\n  And where they beat it up\n  And eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\n  Fuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\n  Who's down to lay in graves\n  (Ugh!)\n"},{"id":2578529,"name":"Couple Things","trackName":"Couple Things","artistName":"Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman","albumName":"Lice Two: Still Buggin'","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All grown stuff\nLong road no fluff\nPiece of work\nEat the turn buckle like a roast duck\nPost punk\nPlate of fat\nRaider of the rations\nBlacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\nZap!\nThe riddle wriggle on about the residue\nA social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo\nRun ragged til the blood magic pretzel you\nRag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food\n(Cake)\nThese are the breaks that make the embers blue\nI can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into\nI can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate\nI'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets\nTop row swan dive\nAim for the ballyhoo\nBonzai!\nCertain death hangs from a parachute\nMy bows and arrows like two lovers\nUnderneath the Paris moon\nThey been together since the bounty hunt\nThis afternoon, and K I S S I N G\nEyes on his rivalries\nLook at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries\nI write about delirium and disappearing devils\nThen frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols\nAnd a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball\nPeople peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home\nI walk like a D-Day sim\nYou walk like a de-veined shrimp\nSimp!\n\nI know a couple things about a couple things\n\nImbued with the fortitude\nAnd shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\nThis ain't your forty acres and a mule though\nThis is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\nIf 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\nMy closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\nAnd never lifted like a proper curse\nYou heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\nBehind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\nI hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\nBlindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\nThe water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\nMinds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\nThe loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\nAfter a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\nYou need a different type emoticon\nNo need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\nI'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\nUntil the crowd becomes a second stage\nI'm up for burning at the stake\nAnd switch Binaca out for pepperspray\nThat's where they call the coppers 88\nAnd where they beat it up\nAnd eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\nFuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\nWho's down to lay in graves\n(Ugh!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Couple Things\n  artist: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman\n  album: 'Lice Two: Still Buggin'''\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All grown stuff\n  Long road no fluff\n  Piece of work\n  Eat the turn buckle like a roast duck\n  Post punk\n  Plate of fat\n  Raider of the rations\n  Blacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\n  Zap!\n  The riddle wriggle on about the residue\n  A social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo\n  Run ragged til the blood magic pretzel you\n  Rag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food\n  (Cake)\n  These are the breaks that make the embers blue\n  I can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into\n  I can't wake up 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becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\n  My closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\n  And never lifted like a proper curse\n  You heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\n  Behind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\n  I hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\n  Blindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\n  The water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\n  Minds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\n  The loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\n  After a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\n  You need a different type emoticon\n  No need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\n  I'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\n  Until the crowd becomes a second stage\n  I'm up for burning at the stake\n  And switch Binaca out for pepperspray\n  That's where they call the coppers 88\n  And where they beat it up\n  And eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\n  Fuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\n  Who's down to lay in graves\n  (Ugh!)\n"},{"id":12917155,"name":"Couple Things","trackName":"Couple Things","artistName":"Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman","albumName":"Lice Two∶ Still Buggin' EP","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All grown stuff\nLong road no fluff\nPiece of work\nEat the turn buckle like a roast duck\nPost punk\nPlate of fat\nRaider of the rations\nBlacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\nZap!\nThe riddle wriggle on about the residue\nA social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo\nRun ragged til the blood magic pretzel you\nRag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food\n(Cake)\nThese are the breaks that make the embers blue\nI can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into\nI can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate\nI'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets\nTop row swan dive\nAim for the ballyhoo\nBonzai!\nCertain death hangs from a parachute\nMy bows and arrows like two lovers\nUnderneath the Paris moon\nThey been together since the bounty hunt\nThis afternoon, and K I S S I N G\nEyes on his rivalries\nLook at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries\nI write about delirium and disappearing devils\nThen frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols\nAnd a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball\nPeople peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home\nI walk like a D-Day sim\nYou walk like a de-veined shrimp\nSimp!\n\nI know a couple things about a couple things\n\nImbued with the fortitude\nAnd shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\nThis ain't your forty acres and a mule though\nThis is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\nIf 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\nMy closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\nAnd never lifted like a proper curse\nYou heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\nBehind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\nI hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\nBlindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\nThe water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\nMinds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\nThe loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\nAfter a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\nYou need a different type emoticon\nNo need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\nI'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\nUntil the crowd becomes a second stage\nI'm up for burning at the stake\nAnd switch Binaca out for pepperspray\nThat's where they call the coppers 88\nAnd where they beat it up\nAnd eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\nFuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\nWho's down to lay in graves\n(ugh!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Couple Things\n  artist: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman\n  album: Lice Two∶ Still Buggin' EP\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All grown stuff\n  Long road no fluff\n  Piece of work\n  Eat the turn buckle like a roast duck\n  Post punk\n  Plate of fat\n  Raider of the rations\n  Blacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon\n  Zap!\n  The riddle wriggle on about the residue\n  A social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo\n  Run ragged til the blood magic pretzel you\n  Rag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food\n  (Cake)\n  These are the breaks that make the embers blue\n  I can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into\n  I can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate\n  I'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets\n  Top row swan dive\n  Aim for the ballyhoo\n  Bonzai!\n  Certain death hangs from a parachute\n  My bows and arrows like two lovers\n  Underneath the Paris moon\n  They been together since the bounty hunt\n  This afternoon, and K I S S I N G\n  Eyes on his rivalries\n  Look at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries\n  I write about delirium and disappearing devils\n  Then frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols\n  And a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball\n  People peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home\n  I walk like a D-Day sim\n  You walk like a de-veined shrimp\n  Simp!\n\n  I know a couple things about a couple things\n\n  Imbued with the fortitude\n  And shards of glass that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce\n  This ain't your forty acres and a mule though\n  This is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it\n  If 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn\n  My closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return\n  And never lifted like a proper curse\n  You heard the hiss behind the acid smile the bastard child of mother earth\n  Behind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice\n  I hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype\n  Blindness allegiance that was sworn to rites\n  The water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life\n  Minds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line\n  The loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine\n  After a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line\n  You need a different type emoticon\n  No need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays\n  I'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days\n  Until the crowd becomes a second stage\n  I'm up for burning at the stake\n  And switch Binaca out for pepperspray\n  That's where they call the coppers 88\n  And where they beat it up\n  And eat it up and heat it up until it radiate\n  Fuck the delaying and the waiting like we playing games\n  Who's down to lay in graves\n  (ugh!)\n"}]