[{"id":16342474,"name":"Hello, Hi","trackName":"Hello, Hi","artistName":"Little Simz","albumName":"Hello, Hi","duration":136.045714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(SHYY)\nYeah\nI know pain and scars, I know martial arts\nThank God I made it, mashallah\nNoisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\nNeighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\nBut they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\nGot a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\nHeard the beat and it gave me chills\nRight place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\nI ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop\nI just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\nTell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis\nI cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces\nSS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season\nTakin' it to another level this year and I got every reason\nI feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'\nFor the wicked, there's no rest, believe it\nI'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\nI got enough batty, I got enough breast\nI know how to make a house into a home\nWhen he come home, food set\nLet her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\nGrown folks in this house doin' grown folkness\nThey talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute\nI know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\nThey told you I'm humble, well, fuck that, you've been lied to\nThey make it to the top, then add water and dilute\nMy shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\nI'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon\nEasy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\nThey can't move how I move, huh, yeah\nToo much I can brag about\nToo much of winnin' these haters is mad about\nNineties baby, fatherless child\nBut who would I be if I did have my dad around?\nThese days, gotta use cold words talkin'\nWho would I snap if I did have my camera?\nWho you know mixin' genres like me?\nDo you not get it? I am the baddest out\nYes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\nSis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\nMy diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'\nEverybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hello, Hi\n  artist: Little Simz\n  album: Hello, Hi\n  duration_ms: 136046\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (SHYY)\n  Yeah\n  I know pain and scars, I know martial arts\n  Thank God I made it, mashallah\n  Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\n  Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\n  But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\n  Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\n  Heard the beat and it gave me chills\n  Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\n  I ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop\n  I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\n  Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis\n  I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces\n  SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season\n  Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason\n  I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'\n  For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it\n  I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\n  I got enough batty, I got enough breast\n  I know how to make a house into a home\n  When he come home, food set\n  Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\n  Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness\n  They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute\n  I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\n  They told you I'm humble, well, fuck that, you've been lied to\n  They make it to the top, then add water and dilute\n  My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\n  I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon\n  Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\n  They can't move how I move, huh, yeah\n  Too much I can brag about\n  Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about\n  Nineties baby, fatherless child\n  But who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n  These days, gotta use cold words talkin'\n  Who would I snap if I did have my camera?\n  Who you know mixin' genres like me?\n  Do you not get it? I am the baddest out\n  Yes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\n  Sis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\n  My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'\n  Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'\n"},{"id":16357220,"name":"Hello, Hi","trackName":"Hello, Hi","artistName":"Little Simz","albumName":"Hello, Hi","duration":136.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)\nShy\n(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)\nYeah\n\nI know pain and scars, I know martial arts\nThank God I made it, mashallah\nNoisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\nNeighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\nBut they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\n\nGot a pen that was pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\nHeard the beat and it gave me chills\nRight place, at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\nI ain't gotta be what they on (Oh) or be in their latest drop\nI just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\nTell me why they all dressed the same? Carbon copy thesis\n\nI cut you with a Japanese silhouette\nI know you ain't ever seen these pieces\nSS Simz 25, you ain't never seen this season\nTakin' it to another level this year, and I've got every reason\nI feel like im the best, so I gotta channel the feeling\nFor the wicked, theres no rest, believe it\n\nI'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\nI got enough batty, I got enough breast\nI know how to make a house into a home\nWhen he come home, food set\nLet her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\nGrown folk in this house doing grown folkness\n\nThey talk on my name, but thats minor, it's minute\nI know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\nThey told you I'm humble, well fuck that, you've been lied to\nThey make it to the top, then add water and dilute\nMy shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\nIm too street wise to get wrapped up in a industry typhoon\n\nEasy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\nThey can't move how I move, huh, yeah\nToo much I can brag about\nToo much of winnin' these haters is mad about\nNineties baby, fatherless child\nBut who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n\nThese days, gotta use cold words cold words talkin'\nWho would I snap id I did have my camera?\nWho you know mixin' genres like me?\nDo you not get it? I'm the baddest out\nYes, I'm the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\nSis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\nMy diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin' sometimes singin'\nEverybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for a livin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.64] (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)\n[00:06.11] Shy\n[00:07.03] (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)\n[00:12.16] Yeah\n[00:13.25] I know pain and scars, I know martial arts\n[00:16.85] Thank God I made it, mashallah\n[00:20.20] Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\n[00:23.46] Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\n[00:26.80] But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\n[00:30.49] Got a pen that was pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\n[00:35.56] Heard the beat and it gave me chills\n[00:37.58] Right place, at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\n[00:40.57] I ain't gotta be what they on (Oh) or be in their latest drop\n[00:43.42] I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\n[00:46.82] Tell me why they all dressed the same? Carbon copy thesis\n[00:50.37] I cut you with a Japanese silhouette\n[00:52.46] I know you ain't ever seen these pieces\n[00:53.54] SS Simz 25, you ain't never seen this season\n[00:56.76] Takin' it to another level this year, and I've got every reason\n[01:00.51] I feel like im the best, so I gotta channel the feeling\n[01:03.76] For the wicked, theres no rest, believe it\n[01:06.18] I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\n[01:08.16] I got enough batty, I got enough breast\n[01:09.95] I know how to make a house into a home\n[01:11.63] When he come home, food set\n[01:13.14] Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\n[01:16.50] Grown folk in this house doing grown folkness\n[01:19.58] They talk on my name, but thats minor, it's minute\n[01:23.44] I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\n[01:26.99] They told you I'm humble, well fuck that, you've been lied to\n[01:30.13] They make it to the top, then add water and dilute\n[01:33.68] My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\n[01:36.91] Im too street wise to get wrapped up in a industry typhoon\n[01:40.16] Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\n[01:44.15] They can't move how I move, huh, yeah\n[01:48.66] Too much I can brag about\n[01:50.02] Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about\n[01:51.25] Nineties baby, fatherless child\n[01:52.93] But who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n[01:54.72] These days, gotta use cold words cold words talkin'\n[01:56.54] Who would I snap id I did have my camera?\n[01:58.00] Who you know mixin' genres like me?\n[01:59.70] Do you not get it? 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Carbon copy thesis\n\n  I cut you with a Japanese silhouette\n  I know you ain't ever seen these pieces\n  SS Simz 25, you ain't never seen this season\n  Takin' it to another level this year, and I've got every reason\n  I feel like im the best, so I gotta channel the feeling\n  For the wicked, theres no rest, believe it\n\n  I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\n  I got enough batty, I got enough breast\n  I know how to make a house into a home\n  When he come home, food set\n  Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\n  Grown folk in this house doing grown folkness\n\n  They talk on my name, but thats minor, it's minute\n  I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\n  They told you I'm humble, well fuck that, you've been lied to\n  They make it to the top, then add water and dilute\n  My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\n  Im too street wise to get wrapped up in a industry typhoon\n\n  Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\n  They can't move how I move, huh, yeah\n  Too much I can brag about\n  Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about\n  Nineties baby, fatherless child\n  But who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n\n  These days, gotta use cold words cold words talkin'\n  Who would I snap id I did have my camera?\n  Who you know mixin' genres like me?\n  Do you not get it? I'm the baddest out\n  Yes, I'm the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\n  Sis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\n  My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin' sometimes singin'\n  Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for a livin'\n"},{"id":23377755,"name":"Hello, Hi","trackName":"Hello, Hi","artistName":"Little Simz","albumName":"Hello, Hi (single)","duration":136.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(SHYY)\nYeah\nI know pain and scars, I know martial arts\nThank God I made it, mashallah\nNoisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\nNeighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\nBut they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\nGot a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\nHeard the beat and it gave me chills\nRight place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\nI ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop\nI just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\nTell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis\nI cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces\nSS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season\nTakin' it to another level this year and I got every reason\nI feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'\nFor the wicked, there's no rest, believe it\nI'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\nI got enough batty, I got enough breast\nI know how to make a house into a home\nWhen he come home, food set\nLet her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\nGrown folks in this house doin' grown folkness\nThey talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute\nI know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\nThey told you I'm humble, well, fuck that, you've been lied to\nThey make it to the top, then add water and dilute\nMy shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\nI'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon\nEasy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\nThey can't move how I move, huh, yeah\nToo much I can brag about\nToo much of winnin' these haters is mad about\nNineties baby, fatherless child\nBut who would I be if I did have my dad around?\nThese days, gotta use cold words talkin'\nWho would I snap if I did have my camera?\nWho you know mixin' genres like me?\nDo you not get it? I am the baddest out\nYes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\nSis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\nMy diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'\nEverybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hello, Hi\n  artist: Little Simz\n  album: Hello, Hi (single)\n  duration_ms: 136000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (SHYY)\n  Yeah\n  I know pain and scars, I know martial arts\n  Thank God I made it, mashallah\n  Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\n  Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\n  But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\n  Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\n  Heard the beat and it gave me chills\n  Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\n  I ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop\n  I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\n  Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis\n  I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces\n  SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season\n  Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason\n  I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'\n  For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it\n  I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\n  I got enough batty, I got enough breast\n  I know how to make a house into a home\n  When he come home, food set\n  Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\n  Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness\n  They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute\n  I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\n  They told you I'm humble, well, fuck that, you've been lied to\n  They make it to the top, then add water and dilute\n  My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\n  I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon\n  Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\n  They can't move how I move, huh, yeah\n  Too much I can brag about\n  Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about\n  Nineties baby, fatherless child\n  But who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n  These days, gotta use cold words talkin'\n  Who would I snap if I did have my camera?\n  Who you know mixin' genres like me?\n  Do you not get it? 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Carbon copy thesis\n\nI cut you with a Japanese silhouette\nI know you ain't ever seen these pieces\nSS Simz 25, you ain't never seen this season\nTakin' it to another level this year, and I've got every reason\nI feel like im the best, so I gotta channel the feeling\nFor the wicked, theres no rest, believe it\n\nI'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\nI got enough batty, I got enough breast\nI know how to make a house into a home\nWhen he come home, food set\nLet her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\nGrown folk in this house doing grown folkness\n\nThey talk on my name, but thats minor, it's minute\nI know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\nThey told you I'm humble, well fuck that, you've been lied to\nThey make it to the top, then add water and dilute\nMy shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\nIm too street wise to get wrapped up in a industry typhoon\n\nEasy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\nThey can't move how I move, huh, yeah\nToo much I can brag about\nToo much of winnin' these haters is mad about\nNineties baby, fatherless child\nBut who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n\nThese days, gotta use cold words cold words talkin'\nWho would I snap id I did have my camera?\nWho you know mixin' genres like me?\nDo you not get it? 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Carbon copy thesis\n  start_ms: 46880\n  end_ms: 50340\n- text: I cut you with a Japanese silhouette\n  start_ms: 50340\n  end_ms: 52490\n- text: I know you ain't ever seen these pieces\n  start_ms: 52490\n  end_ms: 53530\n- text: SS Simz 25, you ain't never seen this season\n  start_ms: 53530\n  end_ms: 56780\n- text: Takin' it to another level this year, and I've got every reason\n  start_ms: 56780\n  end_ms: 60510\n- text: I feel like im the best, so I gotta channel the feeling\n  start_ms: 60510\n  end_ms: 63760\n- text: For the wicked, theres no rest, believe it\n  start_ms: 63760\n  end_ms: 66150\n- text: I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\n  start_ms: 66150\n  end_ms: 68160\n- text: I got enough batty, I got enough breast\n  start_ms: 68160\n  end_ms: 69920\n- text: I know how to make a house into a home\n  start_ms: 69920\n  end_ms: 71650\n- text: When he come home, food set\n  start_ms: 71650\n  end_ms: 73130\n- text: Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\n  start_ms: 73130\n  end_ms: 76520\n- text: Grown folk in this house doing grown folkness\n  start_ms: 76520\n  end_ms: 79540\n- text: They talk on my name, but thats minor, it's minute\n  start_ms: 79540\n  end_ms: 83400\n- text: I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\n  start_ms: 83400\n  end_ms: 86900\n- text: They told you I'm humble, well fuck that, you've been lied to\n  start_ms: 86900\n  end_ms: 90110\n- text: They make it to the top, then add water and dilute\n  start_ms: 90110\n  end_ms: 93620\n- text: My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\n  start_ms: 93620\n  end_ms: 96930\n- text: Im too street wise to get wrapped up in a industry typhoon\n  start_ms: 96930\n  end_ms: 100190\n- text: Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\n  start_ms: 100190\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: They can't move how I move, huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: Too much I can brag about\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 110050\n- text: Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about\n  start_ms: 110050\n  end_ms: 111200\n- text: Nineties baby, fatherless child\n  start_ms: 111200\n  end_ms: 112930\n- text: But who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n  start_ms: 112930\n  end_ms: 114740\n- text: These days, gotta use cold words cold words talkin'\n  start_ms: 114740\n  end_ms: 116560\n- text: Who would I snap id I did have my camera?\n  start_ms: 116560\n  end_ms: 118090\n- text: Who you know mixin' genres like me?\n  start_ms: 118090\n  end_ms: 119780\n- text: Do you not get it? I'm the baddest out\n  start_ms: 119780\n  end_ms: 121700\n- text: Yes, I'm the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\n  start_ms: 121700\n  end_ms: 125290\n- text: Sis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\n  start_ms: 125290\n  end_ms: 128360\n- text: My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin' sometimes singin'\n  start_ms: 128360\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for a livin'\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 135090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 135090\nplain: |-\n  (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)\n  Shy\n  (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)\n  Yeah\n\n  I know pain and scars, I know martial arts\n  Thank God I made it, mashallah\n  Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car\n  Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far\n  But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills\n\n  Got a pen that was pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel\n  Heard the beat and it gave me chills\n  Right place, at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill\n  I ain't gotta be what they on (Oh) or be in their latest drop\n  I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop\n  Tell me why they all dressed the same? Carbon copy thesis\n\n  I cut you with a Japanese silhouette\n  I know you ain't ever seen these pieces\n  SS Simz 25, you ain't never seen this season\n  Takin' it to another level this year, and I've got every reason\n  I feel like im the best, so I gotta channel the feeling\n  For the wicked, theres no rest, believe it\n\n  I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step\n  I got enough batty, I got enough breast\n  I know how to make a house into a home\n  When he come home, food set\n  Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef\n  Grown folk in this house doing grown folkness\n\n  They talk on my name, but thats minor, it's minute\n  I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ\n  They told you I'm humble, well fuck that, you've been lied to\n  They make it to the top, then add water and dilute\n  My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to\n  Im too street wise to get wrapped up in a industry typhoon\n\n  Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do\n  They can't move how I move, huh, yeah\n  Too much I can brag about\n  Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about\n  Nineties baby, fatherless child\n  But who would I be if I did have my dad around?\n\n  These days, gotta use cold words cold words talkin'\n  Who would I snap id I did have my camera?\n  Who you know mixin' genres like me?\n  Do you not get it? I'm the baddest out\n  Yes, I'm the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings\n  Sis said, \"Why do you buy this stuff?\", I just like it, innit?\n  My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin' sometimes singin'\n  Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for a livin'\n"}]