[{"id":13477453,"name":"Bars","trackName":"Bars","artistName":"Lil Dicky","albumName":"Lil Dicky - So Hard","duration":246.426667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What it do\nWas 22 up in the room\nThinkin bout a way that I could make a move\nMake a boom\nDebated to move to LA\nTo make it in movies\nBut traded the pool shade and gravitated to music\n\nNow I'm spittin the hottest shit\nIt don't matter the competition\nIs sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in\n\nIt's actually kinda sicknin\nThe rap is beyond horrific\nAdmit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected?\n\nThe game has gotta change, used to listen to jay\nUp on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz\nI feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes\nIt's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes\n\nOf the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,\nThey claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings\n\nAt least they in the league tho\nI can't even cop a fuckin peacoat\nThat's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw\n\nThe weed smoke fuckin the air up\nGot this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera\nGot dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone\nTell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on\n\nAnd I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down\nAll these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound\n\nTell me I ain't hold it down\nSpittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches\nUp into they britches, and rip em like tickets\n\nAnd fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo\nI visualize that booty wit the pants off\nHad a little dance off\nAnd I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault\nCuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault\n\nThey claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning\nI'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding\nI'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom\nBut I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic\n\nBomb shit, yall should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch\nThe bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic\nI twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet\nNo rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?\n\nBecause I'm seein these labels\nPumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables\nPumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits\nAin't nobody great as this\nWhite boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp\n\nTri tip steak, up on a plate, im on a date\nWit a dime bitch, nibbling cake\nBut nevermind that\nSomeone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at\nI was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?\n\nOh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be\nI could do it serious but they prefer the levity\nI ain't really hearin nuffin\nSay I ain't the man\nI'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan\n\nBut now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw\nWaitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show\n\nTell me this is lame,\nThough I know that is bogus\nGotta focus\nBe the dopest\nWit the most set of quotes, and the grossest\nWhen I flow sick, and the hope is\n\nNotice is right around the corner, my time to shine\nIs almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine\n\nIf I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes\nI'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin wit dimes, ya know?\n\nThey getting off like a train stop\nI'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock\nNo southern carolina, how you got so much game cock\nCuz you movin that vagina in the dark like a stage prop\n\nIt's all good\nI'm making this the outro\nI had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro\nAnd you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner\nSo damn hard, this shit is over","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.75] What it do\n[00:22.74] Was 22 up in the room\n[00:24.20] Thinkin bout a way that I could make a move\n[00:26.16] Make a boom\n[00:26.87] Debated to move to LA\n[00:28.51] To make it in movies\n[00:29.58] But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music\n[00:32.25] Now I'm spittin the hottest shit\n[00:33.61] It don't matter the competition\n[00:35.03] Is sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in\n[00:37.71] It's actually kinda sicknin\n[00:39.18] The rap is beyond horrific\n[00:40.59] Admit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected?\n[00:43.19] The game has gotta change, used to listen to jay\n[00:45.59] Up on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz\n[00:48.32] I feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes\n[00:51.13] It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes\n[00:53.88] Of the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,\n[00:55.95] They claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings\n[00:58.74] At least they in the league tho\n[01:00.10] I can't even cop a fuckin peacoat\n[01:02.09] That's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw\n[01:04.72] The weed smoke fuckin the air up\n[01:06.68] Got this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera\n[01:09.25] Got dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone\n[01:12.93] Tell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on\n[01:15.61] And I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down\n[01:18.42] All these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound\n[01:21.19] Tell me I ain't hold it down\n[01:22.67] Spittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches\n[01:24.35] Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets\n[01:26.24] And fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo\n[01:29.01] I visualize that booty wit the pants off\n[01:31.15] Had a little dance off\n[01:32.50] And I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault\n[01:34.48] Cuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault\n[01:37.56] They claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning\n[01:39.78] I'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding\n[01:42.04] I'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom\n[01:44.98] But I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic\n[01:47.82] Bomb shit, yall should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch\n[01:50.65] The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic\n[01:53.16] I twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet\n[01:55.71] No rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?\n[01:58.85] Because I'm seein these labels\n[02:00.55] Pumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables\n[02:03.03] Pumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits\n[02:05.58] Ain't nobody great as this\n[02:06.74] White boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp\n[02:10.00] Tri tip steak, up on a plate, im on a date\n[02:12.32] Wit a dime bitch, nibbling cake\n[02:14.54] But nevermind that\n[02:15.58] Someone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at\n[02:17.55] I was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?\n[02:20.33] Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be\n[02:23.03] I could do it serious but they prefer the levity\n[02:25.68] I ain't really hearin nuffin\n[02:27.26] Say I ain't the man\n[02:28.26] I'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan\n[02:30.67] But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw\n[02:33.52] Waitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show\n[02:36.51] Tell me this is lame,\n[02:37.51] Though I know that is bogus\n[02:38.84] Gotta focus\n[02:39.36] Be the dopest\n[02:39.92] Wit the most set of quotes, and the grossest\n[02:41.12] When I flow sick, and the hope is\n[02:41.73] Notice is right around the corner, my time to shine\n[02:44.21] Is almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine\n[02:46.77] If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes\n[02:49.82] I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin wit dimes, ya know?\n[02:52.73] They getting off like a train stop\n[02:54.43] I'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock\n[02:57.28] No southern carolina, how you got so much game cock\n[02:59.75] Cuz you movin that vagina in the dark like a stage prop\n[03:02.49] It's all good\n[03:03.64] I'm making this the outro\n[03:05.19] I had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro\n[03:07.97] And you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner\n[03:11.58] So damn hard, this shit is over\n[03:14.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bars\n  artist: Lil Dicky\n  album: Lil Dicky - So Hard\n  duration_ms: 246427\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What it do\n  start_ms: 21750\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: Was 22 up in the room\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 24200\n- text: Thinkin bout a way that I could make a move\n  start_ms: 24200\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Make a boom\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 26870\n- text: Debated to move to LA\n  start_ms: 26870\n  end_ms: 28510\n- text: To make it in movies\n  start_ms: 28510\n  end_ms: 29580\n- text: But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music\n  start_ms: 29580\n  end_ms: 32250\n- text: Now I'm spittin the hottest shit\n  start_ms: 32250\n  end_ms: 33610\n- text: It don't matter the competition\n  start_ms: 33610\n  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The game has gotta change, used to listen to jay\n  Up on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz\n  I feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes\n  It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes\n\n  Of the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,\n  They claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings\n\n  At least they in the league tho\n  I can't even cop a fuckin peacoat\n  That's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw\n\n  The weed smoke fuckin the air up\n  Got this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera\n  Got dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone\n  Tell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on\n\n  And I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down\n  All these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound\n\n  Tell me I ain't hold it down\n  Spittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches\n  Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets\n\n  And fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo\n  I visualize that booty wit the pants off\n  Had a little dance off\n  And I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault\n  Cuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault\n\n  They claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning\n  I'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding\n  I'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom\n  But I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic\n\n  Bomb shit, yall should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch\n  The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic\n  I twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet\n  No rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?\n\n  Because I'm seein these labels\n  Pumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables\n  Pumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits\n  Ain't nobody great as this\n  White boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp\n\n  Tri tip steak, up on a plate, im on a date\n  Wit a dime bitch, nibbling cake\n  But nevermind that\n  Someone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at\n  I was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?\n\n  Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be\n  I could do it serious but they prefer the levity\n  I ain't really hearin nuffin\n  Say I ain't the man\n  I'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan\n\n  But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw\n  Waitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show\n\n  Tell me this is lame,\n  Though I know that is bogus\n  Gotta focus\n  Be the dopest\n  Wit the most set of quotes, and the grossest\n  When I flow sick, and the hope is\n\n  Notice is right around the corner, my time to shine\n  Is almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine\n\n  If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes\n  I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin wit dimes, ya know?\n\n  They getting off like a train stop\n  I'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock\n  No southern carolina, how you got so much game cock\n  Cuz you movin that vagina in the dark like a stage prop\n\n  It's all good\n  I'm making this the outro\n  I had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro\n  And you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner\n  So damn hard, this shit is over\n"},{"id":10606828,"name":"Bars","trackName":"Bars","artistName":"Lil Dicky","albumName":"So Hard","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What it do\nWas 22 up in the room\nThinkin bout a way that I could make a move\nMake a boom\nDebated to move to LA\nTo make it in movies\nBut traded the pool shade and gravitated to music\n\nNow I'm spittin the hottest shit\nIt don't matter the competition\nIs sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in\n\nIt's actually kinda sicknin\nThe rap is beyond horrific\nAdmit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected?\n\nThe game has gotta change, used to listen to jay\nUp on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz\nI feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes\nIt's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes\n\nOf the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,\nThey claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings\n\nAt least they in the league tho\nI can't even cop a fuckin peacoat\nThat's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw\n\nThe weed smoke fuckin the air up\nGot this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera\nGot dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone\nTell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on\n\nAnd I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down\nAll these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound\n\nTell me I ain't hold it down\nSpittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches\nUp into they britches, and rip em like tickets\n\nAnd fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo\nI visualize that booty wit the pants off\nHad a little dance off\nAnd I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault\nCuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault\n\nThey claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning\nI'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding\nI'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom\nBut I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic\n\nBomb shit, yall should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch\nThe bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic\nI twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet\nNo rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?\n\nBecause I'm seein these labels\nPumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables\nPumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits\nAin't nobody great as this\nWhite boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp\n\nTri tip steak, up on a plate, im on a date\nWit a dime bitch, nibbling cake\nBut nevermind that\nSomeone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at\nI was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?\n\nOh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be\nI could do it serious but they prefer the levity\nI ain't really hearin nuffin\nSay I ain't the man\nI'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan\n\nBut now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw\nWaitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show\n\nTell me this is lame,\nThough I know that is bogus\nGotta focus\nBe the dopest\nWit the most set of quotes, and the grossest\nWhen I flow sick, and the hope is\n\nNotice is right around the corner, my time to shine\nIs almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine\n\nIf I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes\nI'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin wit dimes, ya know?\n\nThey getting off like a train stop\nI'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock\nNo southern carolina, how you got so much game cock\nCuz you movin that vagina in the dark like a stage prop\n\nIt's all good\nI'm making this the outro\nI had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro\nAnd you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner\nSo damn hard, this shit is over","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.75] What it do\n[00:22.74] Was 22 up in the room\n[00:24.20] Thinkin bout a way that I could make a move\n[00:26.16] Make a boom\n[00:26.87] Debated to move to LA\n[00:28.51] To make it in movies\n[00:29.58] But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music\n[00:32.25] Now I'm spittin the hottest shit\n[00:33.61] It don't matter the competition\n[00:35.03] Is sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in\n[00:37.71] It's actually kinda sicknin\n[00:39.18] The rap is beyond horrific\n[00:40.59] Admit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected?\n[00:43.19] The game has gotta change, used to listen to jay\n[00:45.59] Up on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz\n[00:48.32] I feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes\n[00:51.13] It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes\n[00:53.88] Of the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,\n[00:55.95] They claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings\n[00:58.74] At least they in the league tho\n[01:00.10] I can't even cop a fuckin peacoat\n[01:02.09] That's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw\n[01:04.72] The weed smoke fuckin the air up\n[01:06.68] Got this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera\n[01:09.25] Got dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone\n[01:12.93] Tell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on\n[01:15.61] And I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down\n[01:18.42] All these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound\n[01:21.19] Tell me I ain't hold it down\n[01:22.67] Spittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches\n[01:24.35] Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets\n[01:26.24] And fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo\n[01:29.01] I visualize that booty wit the pants off\n[01:31.15] Had a little dance off\n[01:32.50] And I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault\n[01:34.48] Cuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault\n[01:37.56] They claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning\n[01:39.78] I'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding\n[01:42.04] I'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom\n[01:44.98] But I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic\n[01:47.82] Bomb shit, yall should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch\n[01:50.65] The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic\n[01:53.16] I twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet\n[01:55.71] No rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?\n[01:58.85] Because I'm seein these labels\n[02:00.55] Pumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables\n[02:03.03] Pumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits\n[02:05.58] Ain't nobody great as this\n[02:06.74] White boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp\n[02:10.00] Tri tip steak, up on a plate, im on a date\n[02:12.32] Wit a dime bitch, nibbling cake\n[02:14.54] But nevermind that\n[02:15.58] Someone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at\n[02:17.55] I was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?\n[02:20.33] Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be\n[02:23.03] I could do it serious but they prefer the levity\n[02:25.68] I ain't really hearin nuffin\n[02:27.26] Say I ain't the man\n[02:28.26] I'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan\n[02:30.67] But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw\n[02:33.52] Waitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show\n[02:36.51] Tell me this is lame,\n[02:37.51] Though I know that is bogus\n[02:38.84] Gotta focus\n[02:39.36] Be the dopest\n[02:39.92] Wit the most set of quotes, and the grossest\n[02:41.12] When I flow sick, and the hope is\n[02:41.73] Notice is right around the corner, my time to shine\n[02:44.21] Is almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine\n[02:46.77] If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes\n[02:49.82] I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin wit dimes, ya know?\n[02:52.73] They getting off like a train stop\n[02:54.43] I'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do 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