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Test this\nFew new rules in effect, bitch\n\nYeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\nRoll it up and pass it to me\nHash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\nSee a creature, ass beauty\nNeed a feature, rather shoot me\nTruly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\nHad to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\nPast the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\nBack to doing cash pursuing\nPosted up like Patrick Ewing\nRapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\nThese eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\nIndefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\nDon't forget you infested in nasty crevices\nAllowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\nHe and I are not the same\nDoctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\nMoney in machines, those will make you change\nIf I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\nBut I can't complain\n\nPoint me to the road, and I'ma run it\nBloodhound with my nose to the money\nAin't fucking with these hoes\nGetting dockets 'til I die\nWhile my foes busy running, fuck it\nMarijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\nHead in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\nLike, who didn't test yet? Test this\nFew new rules in effect, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.68] Passport, filling it up with stamps\n[00:28.61] Set a camp up on my land, swarm the rivers of Japan\n[00:32.26] She keep on asking for a rack so I ran\n[00:35.05] Looking back, like you can't see who I am\n[00:38.16] Think my bitch don't know me no more\n[00:40.72] 'Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more\n[00:43.75] If money buy you love, then love's not enough\n[00:46.93] So tell me why you're on your knees, crying to the floor?\n[00:50.62] If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?\n[00:54.44] The clouds are gray, but would you pay the price to paint them white?\n[00:57.70] Might have a baby on the way, 'cause I been going in raw\n[01:01.80] It feels better, that real pleasure\n[01:04.31] I'm not real, I think I never was\n[01:07.32] I get a rush every time she let me get a touch\n[01:10.33] I need to feel that (love)\n[01:11.99] I need to feel that (pain)\n[01:13.38] My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)\n[01:16.37] I keep my head up (high)\n[01:18.15] A little fed up (lies)\n[01:19.71] They always tell me where my mind is on this LP\n[01:22.63] I don't exist\n[01:24.24] Hieroglyphics\n[01:25.86] Pyrotechnics\n[01:27.49] Metaphysics\n[01:29.18] Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card\n[01:32.30] Look for the answers, I'm searching, but I ain't getting far\n[01:35.79] Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon\n[01:39.17] Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone\n[01:40.84] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[01:43.89] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[01:46.79] Ain't fucking with these hoes\n[01:49.23] Getting dockets 'til I die\n[01:50.50] While my foes busy running, fuck it\n[01:53.66] Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[01:57.59] Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n[02:00.27] Like, who didn't test yet? Test this\n[02:03.09] Few new rules in effect, bitch\n[02:05.44] Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n[02:08.50] Roll it up and pass it to me\n[02:10.01] Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n[02:13.29] See a creature, ass beauty\n[02:14.91] Need a feature, rather shoot me\n[02:16.52] Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n[02:19.40] Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n[02:22.63] Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n[02:25.75] Back to doing cash pursuing\n[02:27.20] Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n[02:29.12] Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n[02:32.02] These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n[02:35.85] Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n[02:38.62] Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n[02:41.66] Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n[02:45.10] He and I are not the same\n[02:47.29] Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n[02:50.25] Money in machines, those will make you change\n[02:53.58] If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n[02:56.49] But I can't complain\n[02:56.65] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[02:59.44] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[03:02.74] Ain't fucking with these hoes\n[03:04.94] Getting dockets 'til I die\n[03:06.64] While my foes busy running, fuck it\n[03:09.28] Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[03:13.24] Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n[03:16.01] Like, who didn't test yet? Test this\n[03:18.67] Few new rules in effect, bitch\n[03:21.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Not Real (feat. 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Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n\n  Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n  Roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n  See a creature, ass beauty\n  Need a feature, rather shoot me\n  Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\n  Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n  Back to doing cash pursuing\n  Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n  Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\n  Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n  But I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes\n  Getting dockets 'til I die\n  While my foes busy running, fuck it\n  Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n  Like, who didn't test yet? Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n"},{"id":7409582,"name":"I'm Not Real","trackName":"I'm Not Real","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Watching Movies with the Sound Off (Deluxe Edition)","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Passport, filling it up with stamps\nSet a camp up on my land, swarm the rivers of Japan\nShe keep on asking for a rack so I ran\nLooking back, like you can't see who I am\nThink my bitch don't know me no more\n'Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more\n\nIf money buy you love, then love's not enough\nSo tell me why you're on your knees, crying to the floor?\nIf you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?\nThe clouds are gray, but would you pay the price to paint them white?\n\nMight have a baby on the way, 'cause I been going in raw\nIt feels better, that real pleasure\nI'm not real, I think I never was\nI get a rush every time she let me get a touch\nI need to feel that (love)\nI need to feel that (pain)\n\nMy garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)\nI keep my head up (high)\nA little fed up (lies)\nThey always tell me where my mind is on this LP\nI don't exist\nHieroglyphics\nPyrotechnics\nMetaphysics\n\nTelekinetics put 50k on my credit card\nLook for the answers, I'm searching, but I ain't getting far\nLet's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon\nDecepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone\n\nPoint me to the road, and I'ma run it\nBloodhound with my nose to the money\nAin't fucking with these hoes\nGetting dockets 'til I die\nWhile my foes busy running, fuck it\nMarijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\nHead in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\nLike, who didn't test yet? Test this\nFew new rules in effect, bitch\n\nYeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\nRoll it up and pass it to me\nHash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\nSee a creature, ass beauty\nNeed a feature, rather shoot me\nTruly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\nHad to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\nPast the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\nBack to doing cash pursuing\nPosted up like Patrick Ewing\nRapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\nThese eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\nIndefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\nDon't forget you infested in nasty crevices\nAllowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\nHe and I are not the same\nDoctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\nMoney in machines, those will make you change\nIf I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\nBut I can't complain\n\nPoint me to the road, and I'ma run it\nBloodhound with my nose to the money\nAin't fucking with these hoes\nGetting dockets 'til I die\nWhile my foes busy running, fuck it\nMarijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\nHead in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\nLike, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n  There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go)\n\n  See this a rather spooky action movie, roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie\n  (See a creature) at its beauty, (need a feature) rather shoot me\n  Truly, bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi\n  Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n\n  Back to doing (cash pursuing), posted up like (Patrick Ewing)\n  Rapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n  Indefinite boundaries show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain, but I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that)\n  Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running\n  Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle\n  Like who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n[02:03.07] Few new rules in effect, bitch\n[02:05.45] Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n[02:08.52] Roll it up and pass it to me\n[02:10.02] Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n[02:13.28] See a creature, ass beauty\n[02:14.99] Need a feature, rather shoot me\n[02:16.50] Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n[02:19.43] Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n[02:22.66] Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n[02:25.76] Back to doing cash pursuing\n[02:27.29] Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n[02:29.12] Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n[02:32.08] These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n[02:35.88] Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n[02:38.66] Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n[02:41.63] Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n[02:45.13] He and I are not the same\n[02:47.24] Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n[02:50.27] Money in machines, those will make you change\n[02:53.55] If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n[02:56.49] But I can't complain\n[02:56.68] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[02:59.43] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[03:02.76] Ain't fucking with these hoes\n[03:04.90] Getting dockets 'til I die\n[03:06.67] While my foes busy running, fuck it\n[03:09.28] Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[03:13.21] Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n[03:16.07] Like, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n\n  Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n  Roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n  See a creature, ass beauty\n  Need a feature, rather shoot me\n  Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\n  Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n  Back to doing cash pursuing\n  Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n  Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\n  Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n  But I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes\n  Getting dockets 'til I die\n  While my foes busy running, fuck it\n  Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n  Like, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\nThere's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go)\n\nSee this a rather spooky action movie, roll it up and pass it to me\nHash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie\n(See a creature) at its beauty, (need a feature) rather shoot me\nTruly, bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi\nHad to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming\nPast the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n\nBack to doing (cash pursuing), posted up like (Patrick Ewing)\nRapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two\nThese eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\nIndefinite boundaries show you the end of it\nDon't forget you infested in nasty crevices\nAllowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\nHe and I are not the same\nDoctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\nMoney in machines, those will make you change\nIf I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain, but I can't complain\n\nPoint me to the road, and I'ma run it\nBloodhound with my nose to the money\nAin't fucking with these hoes (never that)\nGetting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running\nFuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\nHead in the clouds and my toes in the struggle\nLike who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n  There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go)\n\n  See this a rather spooky action movie, roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie\n  (See a creature) at its beauty, (need a feature) rather shoot me\n  Truly, bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi\n  Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n\n  Back to doing (cash pursuing), posted up like (Patrick Ewing)\n  Rapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n  Indefinite boundaries show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain, but I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that)\n  Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running\n  Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle\n  Like who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n[02:03.07] Few new rules in effect, bitch\n[02:05.45] Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n[02:08.52] Roll it up and pass it to me\n[02:10.02] Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n[02:13.28] See a creature, ass beauty\n[02:14.99] Need a feature, rather shoot me\n[02:16.50] Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n[02:19.43] Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n[02:22.66] Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n[02:25.76] Back to doing cash pursuing\n[02:27.29] Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n[02:29.12] Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n[02:32.08] These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n[02:35.88] Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n[02:38.66] Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n[02:41.63] Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n[02:45.13] He and I are not the same\n[02:47.24] Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n[02:50.27] Money in machines, those will make you change\n[02:53.55] If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n[02:56.49] But I can't complain\n[02:56.68] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[02:59.43] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[03:02.76] Ain't fucking with these hoes\n[03:04.90] Getting dockets 'til I die\n[03:06.67] While my foes busy running, fuck it\n[03:09.28] Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[03:13.21] Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n[03:16.07] Like, who didn't test yet? Test this\n[03:18.60] Few new rules in effect, bitch\n[03:21.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I’m Not Real (feat. 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Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n\n  Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n  Roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n  See a creature, ass beauty\n  Need a feature, rather shoot me\n  Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\n  Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n  Back to doing cash pursuing\n  Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n  Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\n  Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n  But I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes\n  Getting dockets 'til I die\n  While my foes busy running, fuck it\n  Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n  Like, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\nFew new rules in effect, bitch\n\nYeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\nRoll it up and pass it to me\nHash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\nSee a creature, ass beauty\nNeed a feature, rather shoot me\nTruly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\nHad to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\nPast the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\nBack to doing cash pursuing\nPosted up like Patrick Ewing\nRapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\nThese eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\nIndefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\nDon't forget you infested in nasty crevices\nAllowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\nHe and I are not the same\nDoctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\nMoney in machines, those will make you change\nIf I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\nBut I can't complain\n\nPoint me to the road, and I'ma run it\nBloodhound with my nose to the money\nAin't fucking with these hoes\nGetting dockets 'til I die\nWhile my foes busy running, fuck it\nMarijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\nHead in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\nLike, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n\n  Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n  Roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n  See a creature, ass beauty\n  Need a feature, rather shoot me\n  Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\n  Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n  Back to doing cash pursuing\n  Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n  Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\n  Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n  But I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes\n  Getting dockets 'til I die\n  While my foes busy running, fuck it\n  Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n  Like, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n[02:02.82] There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go)\n[02:06.32] See this a rather spooky action movie, roll it up and pass it to me\n[02:10.27] Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie\n[02:13.26] (See a creature) at its beauty, (need a feature) rather shoot me\n[02:16.54] Truly, bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi\n[02:19.66] Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming\n[02:22.61] Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n[02:25.96] Back to doing (cash pursuing), posted up like (Patrick Ewing)\n[02:29.19] Rapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n[02:32.46] These eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n[02:36.05] Indefinite boundaries show you the end of it\n[02:38.53] Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n[02:41.74] Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n[02:45.10] He and I are not the same\n[02:47.18] Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n[02:50.44] Money in machines, those will make you change\n[02:53.59] If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain, but I can't complain\n[02:56.93] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[02:59.38] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[03:02.41] Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that)\n[03:04.56] Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running\n[03:08.85] Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[03:13.16] Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle\n[03:16.02] Like who didn't test yet? Test this\n[03:18.55] There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (listen up, go)\n[03:22.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Not Real (feat. 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Test this\nFew new rules in effect, bitch\n\nYeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\nRoll it up and pass it to me\nHash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\nSee a creature, ass beauty\nNeed a feature, rather shoot me\nTruly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\nHad to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\nPast the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\nBack to doing cash pursuing\nPosted up like Patrick Ewing\nRapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\nThese eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\nIndefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\nDon't forget you infested in nasty crevices\nAllowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\nHe and I are not the same\nDoctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\nMoney in machines, those will make you change\nIf I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\nBut I can't complain\n\nPoint me to the road, and I'ma run it\nBloodhound with my nose to the money\nAin't fucking with these hoes\nGetting dockets 'til I die\nWhile my foes busy running, fuck it\nMarijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\nHead in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\nLike, who didn't test yet? Test this\nFew new rules in effect, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.64] Passport, filling it up with stamps\n[00:28.68] Set a camp up on my land, swarm the rivers of Japan\n[00:32.25] She keep on asking for a rack so I ran\n[00:35.09] Looking back, like you can't see who I am\n[00:38.12] Think my bitch don't know me no more\n[00:40.78] 'Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more\n[00:43.73] If money buy you love, then love's not enough\n[00:46.98] So tell me why you're on your knees, crying to the floor?\n[00:50.65] If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?\n[00:54.43] The clouds are gray, but would you pay the price to paint them white?\n[00:57.77] Might have a baby on the way, 'cause I been going in raw\n[01:01.87] It feels better, that real pleasure\n[01:04.35] I'm not real, I think I never was\n[01:07.36] I get a rush every time she let me get a touch\n[01:10.36] I need to feel that (love)\n[01:11.95] I need to feel that (pain)\n[01:13.36] My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)\n[01:16.32] I keep my head up (high)\n[01:18.19] A little fed up (lies)\n[01:19.74] They always tell me where my mind is on this LP\n[01:22.65] I don't exist\n[01:24.24] Hieroglyphics\n[01:25.88] Pyrotechnics\n[01:27.43] Metaphysics\n[01:29.12] Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card\n[01:32.34] Look for the answers, I'm searching, but I ain't getting far\n[01:35.70] Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon\n[01:39.19] Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone\n[01:40.87] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[01:43.82] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[01:46.73] Ain't fucking with these hoes\n[01:49.22] Getting dockets 'til I die\n[01:50.51] While my foes busy running, fuck it\n[01:53.69] Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[01:57.51] Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n[02:00.23] Like, who didn't test yet? Test this\n[02:03.07] Few new rules in effect, bitch\n[02:05.45] Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n[02:08.52] Roll it up and pass it to me\n[02:10.02] Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n[02:13.28] See a creature, ass beauty\n[02:14.99] Need a feature, rather shoot me\n[02:16.50] Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n[02:19.43] Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n[02:22.66] Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n[02:25.76] Back to doing cash pursuing\n[02:27.29] Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n[02:29.12] Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n[02:32.08] These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n[02:35.88] Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n[02:38.66] Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n[02:41.63] Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n[02:45.13] He and I are not the same\n[02:47.24] Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n[02:50.27] Money in machines, those will make you change\n[02:53.55] If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n[02:56.49] But I can't complain\n[02:56.68] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n[02:59.43] Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n[03:02.76] Ain't fucking with these hoes\n[03:04.90] Getting dockets 'til I die\n[03:06.67] While my foes busy running, fuck it\n[03:09.28] Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n[03:13.21] Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n[03:16.07] Like, who didn't test yet? 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Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n\n  Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie\n  Roll it up and pass it to me\n  Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie\n  See a creature, ass beauty\n  Need a feature, rather shoot me\n  Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi\n\n  Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming\n  Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming\n  Back to doing cash pursuing\n  Posted up like Patrick Ewing\n  Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two\n  These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship\n\n  Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it\n  Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices\n  Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly\n  He and I are not the same\n  Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain\n  Money in machines, those will make you change\n  If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain\n  But I can't complain\n\n  Point me to the road, and I'ma run it\n  Bloodhound with my nose to the money\n  Ain't fucking with these hoes\n  Getting dockets 'til I die\n  While my foes busy running, fuck it\n  Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public\n  Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle\n  Like, who didn't test yet? Test this\n  Few new rules in effect, bitch\n"}]