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Too much coffee maybe\nI smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\nThe broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\nMy bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\nShe caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\nWe got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n\nI dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\nI'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\nPardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\nWent from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\nThat's private, tell the pilot, \"Be quiet, we need our privacy\"\nThrow you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n\nHustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies\nNo snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chrous\nNo stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory\nIt's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory\n\nUh, glory, hallelujah\nHoly shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\nMy towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users\nYou see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus\nMy tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless\nMy flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies\nI'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human\nYou are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi\nYou got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em\n\nGlory, hallelujah (I got 'em)\n(Glory)\nI got 'em (I got 'em)\n(I got 'em)\nI got 'em","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.21] Glory\n[00:27.87] Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on\n[00:30.69] I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone\n[00:33.79] Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong\n[00:36.80] The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong\n[00:39.72] I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want\n[00:43.33] I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't\n[00:45.88] Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka\n[00:49.05] That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa\n[00:51.64] AK-47 my business partner, business is swell\n[00:54.80] French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell\n[00:58.09] I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well\n[01:01.02] Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail\n[01:04.18] From here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\n[01:07.15] I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\n[01:10.02] These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\n[01:13.01] Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n[01:16.72] Uh, glory, hallelujah\n[01:19.29] Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\n[01:22.17] I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\n[01:25.45] I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\n[01:28.24] And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\n[01:31.31] You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, \"Cock-a-doodle\"\n[01:34.35] I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n[01:37.30] I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)\n[01:42.08] Glory\n[01:43.46] I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n[01:46.48] I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\n[01:49.44] I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\n[01:52.58] Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\n[01:55.42] I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\n[01:58.45] I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n[02:01.56] My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\n[02:04.51] I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas\n[02:07.65] Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on\n[02:10.65] My weed louder than underarms and car alarms\n[02:13.53] Cheers, I said, \"Surprise\", but couldn't party long\n[02:16.68] I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n[02:19.84] But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war\n[02:22.59] These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark\n[02:25.72] I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark\n[02:28.94] I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?\n[02:32.18] Uh, glory, hallelujah\n[02:34.95] Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi\n[02:37.83] Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion\n[02:41.13] Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart\n[02:44.18] I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins\n[02:47.05] Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence\n[02:50.05] Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it\n[02:52.97] It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'\n[02:56.12] Lord, oh, Lord\n[02:59.21] Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe\n[03:02.11] I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\n[03:04.94] The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\n[03:08.16] My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\n[03:11.12] She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\n[03:14.32] We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n[03:17.23] I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\n[03:20.31] I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\n[03:23.27] Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\n[03:25.92] Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\n[03:29.03] That's private, tell the pilot, \"Be quiet, we need our privacy\"\n[03:32.03] Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n[03:34.98] Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies\n[03:38.05] No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chrous\n[03:40.89] No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory\n[03:43.84] It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory\n[03:48.99] Uh, glory, hallelujah\n[03:50.67] Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\n[03:53.68] My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users\n[03:56.88] You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus\n[03:59.90] My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless\n[04:02.83] My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies\n[04:05.87] I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human\n[04:08.76] You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi\n[04:12.26] You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em\n[04:16.06] \n[04:25.51] Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)\n[04:28.55] (Glory)\n[04:30.78] \n[04:39.42] I got 'em (I got 'em)\n[04:41.57] (I got 'em)\n[04:42.81] I got 'em\n[04:43.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lil Wayne - 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Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong\n  The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong\n  I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want\n  I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't\n\n  Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka\n  That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa\n  AK-47 my business partner, business is swell\n  French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell\n  I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well\n  Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail\n\n  From here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\n  I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\n  These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\n  Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\n  I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\n  I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\n  And now you sleep, I'm 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I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins\n  Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence\n  Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it\n  It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'\n  Lord, oh, Lord\n  Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe\n  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\n  The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\n  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\n  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\n  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\n  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\n  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\n  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\n  That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'\n  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n  Hustle wit' a motive, you 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Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\n  I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\n  I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\n  And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\n  You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\n  I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\n  Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\n  I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\n  I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n  My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\n  I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas\n  Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on\n  My weed louder than underarms and car alarms\n  Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long\n  I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n  But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war\n  These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark\n  I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark\n  I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi\n  Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion\n  Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart\n  I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins\n  Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence\n  Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it\n  It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'\n  Lord, oh, Lord\n  Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe\n  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\n  The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\n  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\n  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\n  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\n  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\n  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\n  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\n  That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'\n  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n  Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies\n  No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus\n  No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory\n  It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\n  My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users\n  You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus\n  My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless\n  My flower's rootless, my 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snail\n\nFrom here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\nI'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\nThese niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\nWatch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n\nUh, glory, hallelujah\nHoly shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\nI know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\nI meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\nAnd now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\nYou wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, \"Cock-a-doodle\"\nI'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\nI'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)\nGlory\n\nI'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\nI'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\nI been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\nMake everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\nI drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\nI'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n\nMy cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\nI'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas\nWoo, this that shit you didn't want me on\nMy weed louder than underarms and car alarms\nCheers, I said, \"Surprise\", but couldn't party long\nI got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n\nBut all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war\nThese niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark\nI wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark\nI whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?\n\nUh, glory, hallelujah\nHoly shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi\nUnload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion\nYour motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart\nI'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins\nLost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence\nLost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it\nIt told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'\nLord, oh, 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Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong\n  The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong\n  I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want\n  I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't\n\n  Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka\n  That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa\n  AK-47 my business partner, business is swell\n  French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell\n  I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well\n  Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail\n\n  From here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\n  I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\n  These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\n  Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\n  I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\n  I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\n  And now you sleep, I'm 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Too much coffee maybe\n  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\n  The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\n  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\n  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\n  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n\n  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\n  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\n  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\n  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\n  That's private, tell the pilot, \"Be quiet, we need our privacy\"\n  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n\n  Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies\n  No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chrous\n  No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory\n  It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory\n\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\n  My towel's 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And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\n  You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\n  I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\n  Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\n  I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\n  I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n  My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\n  I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas\n  Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on\n  My weed louder than underarms and car alarms\n  Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long\n  I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n  But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war\n  These 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the wishin' well, then wish him well\n  Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail\n  From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\n  I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\n  These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\n  Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\n  I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\n  I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\n  And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\n  You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\n  I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\n  Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\n  I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\n  I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n  My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\n  I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas\n  Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on\n  My weed louder than underarms and car alarms\n  Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long\n  I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n  But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war\n  These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark\n  I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark\n  I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi\n  Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion\n  Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart\n  I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins\n  Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence\n  Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it\n  It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'\n  Lord, oh, Lord\n  Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe\n  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\n  The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\n  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\n  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\n  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\n  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\n  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\n  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\n  That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'\n  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n  Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies\n  No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus\n  No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory\n  It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\n  My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users\n  You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus\n  My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless\n  My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies\n  I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human\n  You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi\n  You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em\n"},{"id":21618567,"name":"Glory","trackName":"Glory","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"CV","duration":252.734694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Glory\n\nWoo, this that shit they didn't want me on\nI'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone\nDon't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong\nThe garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong\nI'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want\nI act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't\n\nBlack your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka\nThat's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa\nAK-47 my business partner, business is swell\nFrench kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell\nI push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well\nSippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail\n\nFrom here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\nI'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\nThese niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\nWatch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n\nUh, glory, hallelujah\nHoly shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\nI know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\nI meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\nAnd now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\nYou wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, \"Cock-a-doodle\"\nI'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\nI'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)\nGlory\n\nI'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\nI'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\nI been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\nMake everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\nI drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\nI'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n\nMy cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\nI'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas\nWoo, this that shit you didn't want me on\nMy weed louder than underarms and car alarms\nCheers, I said, \"Surprise\", but couldn't party long\nI got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n\nBut all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war\nThese niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark\nI wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark\nI whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?\n\nUh, glory, hallelujah\nHoly shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi\nUnload the Glock 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the glory is mandatory, glory\n[03:48.50] Uh, glory, hallelujah\n[03:50.82] Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\n[03:53.79] My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users\n[03:56.86] You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus\n[03:59.72] My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless\n[04:02.83] My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies\n[04:05.76] I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human\n[04:08.70] You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi\n[04:12.31] You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em\n[04:14.61] \n[04:25.85] Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)\n[04:31.41] (Glory)\n[04:38.14] I got 'em (I got 'em)\n[04:42.89] \n[04:50.82] (I got 'em)\n[04:55.92] \n[05:02.98] I got 'em\n[05:03.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: glory (320 kbps) (m. kazarinov)\n  artist: lil wayne\n  album: music\n  duration_ms: 307000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Glory\n  start_ms: 24390\n  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Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on\n  I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone\n  Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong\n  The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong\n  I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want\n  I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't\n\n  Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka\n  That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa\n  AK-47 my business partner, business is swell\n  French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell\n  I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well\n  Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail\n\n  From here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell\n  I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale\n  These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls\n  Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails\n\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure\n  I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers\n  I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles\n  And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters\n  You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, \"Cock-a-doodle\"\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)\n  Glory\n\n  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo\n  I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new\n  I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU\n  Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too\n  I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther\n  I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her\n\n  My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas\n  I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas\n  Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on\n  My weed louder than underarms and car alarms\n  Cheers, I said, \"Surprise\", but couldn't party long\n  I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board\n\n  But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war\n  These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark\n  I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark\n  I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?\n\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi\n  Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion\n  Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart\n  I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins\n  Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence\n  Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it\n  It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'\n  Lord, oh, Lord\n\n  Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe\n  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated\n  The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest\n  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it\n  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe\n  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady\n\n  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti\n  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy\n  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental\n  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials\n  That's private, tell the pilot, \"Be quiet, we need our privacy\"\n  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably\n\n  Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies\n  No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chrous\n  No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory\n  It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory\n\n  Uh, glory, hallelujah\n  Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser\n  My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users\n  You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus\n  My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless\n  My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies\n  I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human\n  You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi\n  You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em\n\n  Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)\n  (Glory)\n  I got 'em (I got 'em)\n  (I got 'em)\n  I got 'em\n"}]