[{"id":12565660,"name":"Young Jesus","trackName":"Young Jesus","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Jesus","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that 95 shit right here\nTake 'em back to the 90s!\n\nOkay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice\nIt's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists\nTake them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace\nCausing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice\nSmoking weed and getting higher than a flight attendant\nHip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant\nGot to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance\nOkay, back in the day as a college park tenant\nStill can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant\nMan, that's the definition of a life sentence\nA whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce\n'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic\nFuck all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis\nI'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate\nScared to go outside but I know I can't prevent it\nI'm, forever alone in my mind\nSee I'm a self diagnosed hypochondriac\nEither at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at\n\nYeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah\nBut I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah\n\nOver here, over here\nOver here, over here\nOver here, over here\nOver here, over here\n\nAyo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus\nFlow prestigious\nStackin' money and playing the field man like Regis\nBetter believe us or leave us\nGrabbin' your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah\nI went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man\nBitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon\nLike goddamn\nIt's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists\nIt's me and B-I-B-I-B-I-G L-N-B-L-N-B-O\n\nPosted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie\nSippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie\nI'm unscannable, young cannibal\nEat wack MCs like Hannibal\n'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit 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a murder weapon\nI kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love\nWe the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel this\nThrow a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us\nWe the illest\nFinger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick\nYes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it\nSmack you with the palm, save the back for your mom\nSound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.72] This that 95 shit right here\n[00:14.00] Take 'em back to the 90s!\n[00:19.73] Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice\n[00:22.55] It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists\n[00:25.10] Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace\n[00:27.52] Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice\n[00:30.22] Smoking weed and getting higher than a flight attendant\n[00:32.75] Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant\n[00:35.22] Got to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance\n[00:37.56] Okay, back in the day as a college park tenant\n[00:40.21] Still can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant\n[00:42.79] Man, that's the definition of a life sentence\n[00:45.35] A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce\n[00:47.68] 'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic\n[00:50.49] Fuck all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis\n[00:52.95] I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate\n[00:55.54] Scared to go outside but I know I can't prevent it\n[00:57.94] I'm, forever alone in my mind\n[01:00.34] See I'm a self diagnosed hypochondriac\n[01:02.44] Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at\n[01:05.58] Yeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah\n[01:08.55] But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah\n[01:11.31] Over here, over here\n[01:14.17] Over here, over here\n[01:17.02] Over here, over here\n[01:18.62] Over here, over here\n[01:20.14] Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus\n[01:23.26] Flow prestigious\n[01:24.37] Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis\n[01:27.39] Better believe us or leave us\n[01:28.58] Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah\n[01:30.42] I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man\n[01:33.12] Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon\n[01:35.48] Like goddamn\n[01:36.38] It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists\n[01:38.30] It's me and B-I-B-I-B-I-G L-N-B-L-N-B-O\n[01:40.90] Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie\n[01:43.26] Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie\n[01:46.13] I'm unscannable, young cannibal\n[01:47.76] Eat wack MCs like Hannibal\n[01:49.52] 'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal\n[01:51.65] Over here, over here\n[01:53.05] Over here, over here\n[01:55.08] Over here, over here\n[01:57.57] Over here, over here\n[02:01.06] Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious\n[02:03.57] The young Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval\n[02:05.96] Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval\n[02:08.52] I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people\n[02:11.01] Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we livin'\n[02:13.65] Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden\n[02:16.04] The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye\n[02:19.18] Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do\n[02:20.95] This shit is overdue Pass me the fifth and I'm comin' through\n[02:24.00] The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio\n[02:26.52] Ay dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo\n[02:28.48] To hold a brother down like the white man\n[02:30.23] Fuck that, nigga\n[02:31.38] Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff\n[02:34.05] Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real\n[02:36.23] Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man\n[02:38.87] I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland\n[02:41.67] I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon\n[02:43.55] I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love\n[02:46.46] We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel this\n[02:48.36] Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us\n[02:51.15] We the illest\n[02:51.76] Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick\n[02:54.42] Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it\n[02:56.59] Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom\n[02:59.33] Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on\n[03:01.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Young Jesus\n artist: Logic\n album: Young Jesus\n duration_ms: 214000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This that 95 shit right here\n start_ms: 9720\n end_ms: 14000\n- text: Take 'em back to the 90s!\n start_ms: 14000\n end_ms: 19730\n- text: Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice\n start_ms: 19730\n end_ms: 22550\n- text: It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists\n start_ms: 22550\n end_ms: 25100\n- text: Take them back to way back when 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shorty pregnant\n Man, that's the definition of a life sentence\n A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce\n 'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic\n Fuck all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis\n I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate\n Scared to go outside but I know I can't prevent it\n I'm, forever alone in my mind\n See I'm a self diagnosed hypochondriac\n Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at\n\n Yeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah\n But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah\n\n Over here, over here\n Over here, over here\n Over here, over here\n Over here, over here\n\n Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus\n Flow prestigious\n Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis\n Better believe us or leave us\n Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah\n I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man\n Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in 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