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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n[00:04.15] Man, like a damn rapper\n[00:09.04] Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n[00:16.70] In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n[00:19.86] Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n[00:22.31] When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n[00:24.57] 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n[00:26.83] I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n[00:28.88] Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n[00:30.91] And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n[00:33.04] So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n[00:35.22] Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n[00:37.41] They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n[00:39.76] And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n[00:41.76] I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n[00:44.25] And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n[00:46.21] And everybody at the show look astounded\n[00:48.67] Posted up drowsy\n[00:49.52] In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n[00:51.99] Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n[00:54.03] Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n[00:55.92] If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n[00:59.47] Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n[01:02.19] Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n[01:06.21] And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n[01:08.41] Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n[01:11.32] Like a long-distance bitch\n[01:12.72] Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n[01:14.80] Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n[01:18.39] Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n[01:20.46] Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n[01:22.66] When the clouds were enshrouded\n[01:23.94] I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n[01:25.41] I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n[01:29.57] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:33.91] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n[01:38.22] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:44.24] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n[01:47.34] Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n[01:52.11] The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n[01:54.85] That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n[01:58.08] Said it with my balls in grip\n[01:59.53] Other hand got a cork to hit\n[02:01.56] All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n[02:03.45] Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n[02:05.49] As well as the one on my shoulder\n[02:07.22] Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n[02:10.76] Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n[02:12.47] Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n[02:15.65] A generation lost\n[02:17.06] Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n[02:19.00] Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n[02:21.17] And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n[02:23.53] You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n[02:25.50] Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n[02:27.87] Tryna see the bright side of life\n[02:29.46] And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n[02:32.92] It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n[02:36.20] So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n[02:38.45] And a bitch by the back cover\n[02:40.41] The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n[02:42.47] Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n[02:45.81] They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n[02:51.06] Motherfucker\n[02:52.48] I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n[02:56.89] Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n[03:01.47] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n[03:05.40] Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n[03:10.53] Yeah, well\n[03:11.41] Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n[03:13.31] He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n[03:16.68] Shit was supposed to get me high\n[03:17.80] Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n[03:20.75] Strung out on this dusty couch\n[03:22.35] In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n[03:25.65] \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n[03:26.95] \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n[03:29.38] Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n[03:30.92] Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n[03:34.02] Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n[03:35.43] Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n[03:37.18] \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n[03:40.03] I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n[03:42.40] All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n[03:43.92] All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n[03:46.63] The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n[03:48.68] Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n[03:50.87] I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n[03:52.75] That can save me from the war I know\n[03:54.29] Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n[03:57.03] The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n[03:59.47] Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n[04:01.66] 'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[04:04.25] Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n[04:06.63] (I see, I see, I see)\n[04:08.05] They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n[04:10.74] Been a criminal before scales were digital\n[04:12.60] Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n[04:15.36] Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n[04:17.27] But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n[04:19.71] Here I go (here I go)\n[04:21.48] Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n[04:23.45] (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n[04:25.51] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.53] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.61] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.38] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.60] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.30] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.92] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.68] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.75] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.34] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.30] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.19] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:27.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2\n  artist: Mac Miller\n  album: Faces\n  duration_ms: 328000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":18834463,"name":"New Faces v2","trackName":"New Faces v2","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Faces","duration":330.997551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2\n  artist: Mac Miller\n  album: Faces\n  duration_ms: 330998\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n  Man, like a damn rapper\n  Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\n  In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n  Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n  When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n  'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\n  I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n  Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n  And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n  So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\n  Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n  They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n  And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n  I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n  And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\n  And everybody at the show look astounded\n  Posted up drowsy\n  In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n  Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n  Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n  If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\n  Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n  Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n  And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n  Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n  Like a long-distance bitch\n\n  Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n  Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n  Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n  Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n  When the clouds were enshrouded\n  I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n\n  Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n  Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n  The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n  That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n  Said it with my balls in grip\n\n  Other hand got a cork to hit\n  All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n  Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n  As well as the one on my shoulder\n\n  Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n  Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n  Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n  A generation lost\n  Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n  Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n  And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\n  You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n  Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n  Tryna see the bright side of life\n  And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\n  It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n  So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n  And a bitch by the back cover\n  The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n  Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n  They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n  Motherfucker\n\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n  Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n  Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\n  Yeah, well\n  Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n  He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n  Shit was supposed to get me high\n  Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":26416985,"name":"New Faces v2","trackName":"New Faces v2","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Faces","duration":333.787438,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2\n  artist: Mac Miller\n  album: Faces\n  duration_ms: 333787\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n  Man, like a damn rapper\n  Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\n  In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n  Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n  When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n  'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\n  I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n  Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n  And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n  So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\n  Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n  They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n  And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n  I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n  And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\n  And everybody at the show look astounded\n  Posted up drowsy\n  In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n  Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n  Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n  If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\n  Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n  Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n  And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n  Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n  Like a long-distance bitch\n\n  Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n  Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n  Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n  Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n  When the clouds were enshrouded\n  I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n\n  Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n  Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n  The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n  That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n  Said it with my balls in grip\n\n  Other hand got a cork to hit\n  All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n  Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n  As well as the one on my shoulder\n\n  Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n  Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n  Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n  A generation lost\n  Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n  Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n  And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\n  You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n  Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n  Tryna see the bright side of life\n  And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\n  It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n  So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n  And a bitch by the back cover\n  The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n  Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n  They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n  Motherfucker\n\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n  Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n  Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\n  Yeah, well\n  Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n  He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n  Shit was supposed to get me high\n  Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":20670737,"name":"New Faces v2 (feat","trackName":"New Faces v2 (feat","artistName":"MAC MILLER","albumName":"Faces","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":23484728,"name":"23. New Faces v2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt and Da$h)","trackName":"23. New Faces v2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.57] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.61] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.34] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.53] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.88] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.21] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.95] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.69] Shallow soul\n[05:03.63] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.79] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.36] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.11] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 23. New Faces v2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":25171770,"name":"New Faces v2","trackName":"New Faces v2","artistName":"Mac Miller feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Retch","albumName":"Faces","duration":330.997551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2\n  artist: Mac Miller feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":26056792,"name":"New Faces v2","trackName":"New Faces v2","artistName":"Mac Miller feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n[00:04.11] Man, like a damn rapper\n[00:09.02] Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n[00:16.74] In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n[00:19.85] Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n[00:22.31] When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n[00:24.55] 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n[00:26.88] I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n[00:28.83] Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n[00:30.96] And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n[00:33.05] So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n[00:35.29] Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n[00:37.43] They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n[00:39.76] And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n[00:41.77] I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n[00:44.25] And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n[00:46.26] And everybody at the show look astounded\n[00:48.60] Posted up drowsy\n[00:49.57] In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n[00:51.93] Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n[00:54.00] Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n[00:55.97] If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n[00:59.45] Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n[01:02.12] Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n[01:06.20] And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n[01:08.45] Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n[01:11.32] Like a long-distance bitch\n[01:12.78] Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n[01:14.81] Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n[01:18.36] Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n[01:20.48] Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n[01:22.69] When the clouds were enshrouded\n[01:23.97] I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n[01:25.40] I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n[01:29.53] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:33.91] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n[01:38.21] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:44.28] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n[01:47.30] Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n[01:52.15] The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n[01:54.85] That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n[01:58.05] Said it with my balls in grip\n[01:59.55] Other hand got a cork to hit\n[02:01.58] All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n[02:03.42] Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n[02:05.42] As well as the one on my shoulder\n[02:07.23] Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n[02:10.38] Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n[02:12.43] Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n[02:15.60] A generation lost\n[02:17.02] Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n[02:19.03] Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n[02:21.18] And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n[02:23.57] You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n[02:25.55] Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n[02:27.89] Tryna see the bright side of life\n[02:29.43] And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n[02:32.97] It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n[02:36.26] So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n[02:38.46] And a bitch by the back cover\n[02:40.44] The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n[02:42.45] Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n[02:45.84] They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n[02:51.00] Motherfucker\n[02:52.46] I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n[02:56.87] Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n[03:01.41] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n[03:05.48] Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n[03:10.55] Yeah, well\n[03:11.41] Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n[03:13.33] He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n[03:16.61] Shit was supposed to get me high\n[03:17.87] Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n[03:20.79] Strung out on this dusty couch\n[03:22.39] In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n[03:25.69] \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n[03:26.92] \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n[03:29.33] Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n[03:30.98] Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n[03:34.05] Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n[03:35.44] Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n[03:37.10] \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n[03:40.09] I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n[03:42.42] All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n[03:43.98] All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n[03:46.65] The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n[03:48.62] Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n[03:50.81] I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n[03:52.72] That can save me from the war I know\n[03:54.29] Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n[03:57.07] The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n[03:59.45] Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n[04:01.64] 'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[04:04.21] Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n[04:06.65] (I see, I see, I see)\n[04:08.00] They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n[04:10.78] Been a criminal before scales were digital\n[04:12.66] Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n[04:15.38] Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n[04:17.25] But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n[04:19.48] Here I go (here I go)\n[04:21.43] Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n[04:23.45] (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2\n  artist: Mac Miller feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces V2\n  artist: Mac Miller feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n[00:04.11] Man, like a damn rapper\n[00:09.02] Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n[00:16.74] In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n[00:19.85] Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n[00:22.31] When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n[00:24.55] 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n[00:26.88] I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n[00:28.83] Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n[00:30.96] And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n[00:33.05] So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n[00:35.29] Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n[00:37.43] They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n[00:39.76] And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n[00:41.77] I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n[00:44.25] And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n[00:46.26] And everybody at the show look astounded\n[00:48.60] Posted up drowsy\n[00:49.57] In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n[00:51.93] Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n[00:54.00] Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n[00:55.97] If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n[00:59.45] Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n[01:02.12] Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n[01:06.20] And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n[01:08.45] Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n[01:11.32] Like a long-distance bitch\n[01:12.78] Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n[01:14.81] Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n[01:18.36] Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n[01:20.48] Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n[01:22.69] When the clouds were enshrouded\n[01:23.97] I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n[01:25.40] I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n[01:29.53] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:33.91] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n[01:38.21] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:44.28] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n[01:47.30] Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n[01:52.15] The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n[01:54.85] That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n[01:58.05] Said it with my balls in grip\n[01:59.55] Other hand got a cork to hit\n[02:01.58] All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n[02:03.42] Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n[02:05.42] As well as the one on my shoulder\n[02:07.23] Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n[02:10.38] Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n[02:12.43] Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n[02:15.60] A generation lost\n[02:17.02] Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n[02:19.03] Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n[02:21.18] And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n[02:23.57] You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n[02:25.55] Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n[02:27.89] Tryna see the bright side of life\n[02:29.43] And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n[02:32.97] It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n[02:36.26] So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n[02:38.46] And a bitch by the back cover\n[02:40.44] The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n[02:42.45] Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n[02:45.84] They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n[02:51.00] Motherfucker\n[02:52.46] I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n[02:56.87] Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n[03:01.41] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n[03:05.48] Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n[03:10.55] Yeah, well\n[03:11.41] Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n[03:13.33] He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n[03:16.61] Shit was supposed to get me high\n[03:17.87] Why the fuck I wanna die now? 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":21204257,"name":"New Faces v2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Da)","trackName":"New Faces v2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Da)","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Faces","duration":330.945306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":16577452,"name":"New Faces V2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Retch)","trackName":"New Faces V2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Retch)","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Faces","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n[00:04.11] Man, like a damn rapper\n[00:09.02] Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n[00:16.74] In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n[00:19.85] Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n[00:22.31] When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n[00:24.55] 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n[00:26.88] I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n[00:28.83] Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n[00:30.96] And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n[00:33.05] So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n[00:35.29] Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n[00:37.43] They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n[00:39.76] And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n[00:41.77] I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n[00:44.25] And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n[00:46.26] And everybody at the show look astounded\n[00:48.60] Posted up drowsy\n[00:49.57] In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n[00:51.93] Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n[00:54.00] Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n[00:55.97] If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n[00:59.45] Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n[01:02.12] Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n[01:06.20] And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n[01:08.45] Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n[01:11.32] Like a long-distance bitch\n[01:12.78] Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n[01:14.81] Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n[01:18.36] Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n[01:20.48] Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n[01:22.69] When the clouds were enshrouded\n[01:23.97] I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n[01:25.40] I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n[01:29.53] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:33.91] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n[01:38.21] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:44.28] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n[01:47.30] Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n[01:52.15] The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n[01:54.85] That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n[01:58.05] Said it with my balls in grip\n[01:59.55] Other hand got a cork to hit\n[02:01.58] All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n[02:03.42] Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n[02:05.42] As well as the one on my shoulder\n[02:07.23] Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n[02:10.38] Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n[02:12.43] Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n[02:15.60] A generation lost\n[02:17.02] Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n[02:19.03] Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n[02:21.18] And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n[02:23.57] You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n[02:25.55] Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n[02:27.89] Tryna see the bright side of life\n[02:29.43] And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n[02:32.97] It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n[02:36.26] So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n[02:38.46] And a bitch by the back cover\n[02:40.44] The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n[02:42.45] Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n[02:45.84] They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n[02:51.00] Motherfucker\n[02:52.46] I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n[02:56.87] Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n[03:01.41] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n[03:05.48] Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n[03:10.55] Yeah, well\n[03:11.41] Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n[03:13.33] He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n[03:16.61] Shit was supposed to get me high\n[03:17.87] Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n[03:20.79] Strung out on this dusty couch\n[03:22.39] In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n[03:25.69] \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n[03:26.92] \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n[03:29.33] Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n[03:30.98] Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n[03:34.05] Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n[03:35.44] Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n[03:37.10] \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n[03:40.09] I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n[03:42.42] All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n[03:43.98] All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n[03:46.65] The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n[03:48.62] Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n[03:50.81] I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n[03:52.72] That can save me from the war I know\n[03:54.29] Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n[03:57.07] The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n[03:59.45] Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n[04:01.64] 'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[04:04.21] Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n[04:06.65] (I see, I see, I see)\n[04:08.00] They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n[04:10.78] Been a criminal before scales were digital\n[04:12.66] Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n[04:15.38] Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n[04:17.25] But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n[04:19.48] Here I go (here I go)\n[04:21.43] Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n[04:23.45] (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces V2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.57] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.61] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.34] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.53] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.88] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.21] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.95] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.69] Shallow soul\n[05:03.63] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.79] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.36] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.11] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces v2\n  artist: Mac Miller;Earl Sweatshirt;Da$h\n  album: Faces 2021 Rerelease\n  duration_ms: 328000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, 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Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n  start_ms: 62170\n  end_ms: 66210\n- text: And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n  start_ms: 66210\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 71360\n- text: Like a long-distance bitch\n  start_ms: 71360\n  end_ms: 72720\n- text: Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n  start_ms: 72720\n  end_ms: 74830\n- text: Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n  start_ms: 74830\n  end_ms: 78310\n- text: Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n  start_ms: 78310\n  end_ms: 80470\n- text: Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n  start_ms: 80470\n  end_ms: 82690\n- text: When the clouds were enshrouded\n  start_ms: 82690\n  end_ms: 83990\n- text: I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n  start_ms: 83990\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 89520\n- 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and see people are books\n  start_ms: 152940\n  end_ms: 156280\n- text: So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n  start_ms: 156280\n  end_ms: 158430\n- text: And a bitch by the back cover\n  start_ms: 158430\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 162460\n- text: Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n  start_ms: 162460\n  end_ms: 165810\n- text: They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n  start_ms: 165810\n  end_ms: 171050\n- text: Motherfucker\n  start_ms: 171050\n  end_ms: 172450\n- text: I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n  start_ms: 172450\n  end_ms: 176830\n- text: Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n  start_ms: 176830\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n  start_ms: 181480\n  end_ms: 185440\n- text: Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n  start_ms: 185440\n  end_ms: 190590\n- text: Yeah, well\n  start_ms: 190590\n  end_ms: 191420\n- text: Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n  start_ms: 191420\n  end_ms: 193340\n- text: He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n  start_ms: 193340\n  end_ms: 196680\n- text: Shit was supposed to get me high\n  start_ms: 196680\n  end_ms: 197850\n- text: Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n  start_ms: 197850\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: Strung out on this dusty couch\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202330\n- text: In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  start_ms: 202330\n  end_ms: 205680\n- text: '\"Stop runnin'' your mouth\"'\n  start_ms: 205680\n  end_ms: 206950\n- text: '\"You holdin'' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)'\n  start_ms: 206950\n  end_ms: 209350\n- text: Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  start_ms: 209350\n  end_ms: 210970\n- text: Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  start_ms: 210970\n  end_ms: 214020\n- text: Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  start_ms: 214020\n  end_ms: 215410\n- text: Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  start_ms: 215410\n  end_ms: 217110\n- text: '\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)'\n  start_ms: 217110\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 223920\n- text: All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n  start_ms: 223920\n  end_ms: 226620\n- text: The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  start_ms: 226620\n  end_ms: 228630\n- text: Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 228630\n  end_ms: 230810\n- text: I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  start_ms: 230810\n  end_ms: 232770\n- text: That can save me from the war I know\n  start_ms: 232770\n  end_ms: 234220\n- text: Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  start_ms: 234220\n  end_ms: 237030\n- text: The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  start_ms: 237030\n  end_ms: 239430\n- text: Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  start_ms: 239430\n  end_ms: 241680\n- text: '''Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)'\n  start_ms: 241680\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 246690\n- text: (I see, I see, I see)\n  start_ms: 246690\n  end_ms: 248040\n- text: They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  start_ms: 248040\n  end_ms: 250790\n- text: Been a criminal before scales were digital\n  start_ms: 250790\n  end_ms: 252670\n- text: Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  start_ms: 252670\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 257290\n- text: But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  start_ms: 257290\n  end_ms: 259400\n- text: Here I go (here I go)\n  start_ms: 259400\n  end_ms: 261440\n- text: Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  start_ms: 261440\n  end_ms: 263470\n- text: (Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":4278393,"name":"New Faces V2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Da$H)","trackName":"New Faces V2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\nBut I feel like the scripture's got it all there\nIt's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n(Last breath) I'ma take my time\n(Wait a second, please)\n'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\nRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul\nYou are speakin' with a shallow soul\nShallow soul\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\nShallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are standin' in a shallow soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n[00:04.11] Man, like a damn rapper\n[00:09.02] Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n[00:16.74] In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n[00:19.85] Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n[00:22.31] When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n[00:24.55] 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n[00:26.88] I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n[00:28.83] Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n[00:30.96] And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n[00:33.05] So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n[00:35.29] Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n[00:37.43] They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n[00:39.76] And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n[00:41.77] I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n[00:44.25] And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n[00:46.26] And everybody at the show look astounded\n[00:48.60] Posted up drowsy\n[00:49.57] In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n[00:51.93] Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n[00:54.00] Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n[00:55.97] If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n[00:59.45] Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n[01:02.12] Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n[01:06.20] And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n[01:08.45] Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n[01:11.32] Like a long-distance bitch\n[01:12.78] Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n[01:14.81] Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n[01:18.36] Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n[01:20.48] Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n[01:22.69] When the clouds were enshrouded\n[01:23.97] I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n[01:25.40] I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n[01:29.53] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:33.91] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n[01:38.21] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[01:44.28] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n[01:47.30] Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n[01:52.15] The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n[01:54.85] That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n[01:58.05] Said it with my balls in grip\n[01:59.55] Other hand got a cork to hit\n[02:01.58] All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n[02:03.42] Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n[02:05.42] As well as the one on my shoulder\n[02:07.23] Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n[02:10.38] Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n[02:12.43] Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n[02:15.60] A generation lost\n[02:17.02] Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n[02:19.03] Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n[02:21.18] And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n[02:23.57] You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n[02:25.55] Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n[02:27.89] Tryna see the bright side of life\n[02:29.43] And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n[02:32.97] It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n[02:36.26] So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n[02:38.46] And a bitch by the back cover\n[02:40.44] The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n[02:42.45] Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n[02:45.84] They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n[02:51.00] Motherfucker\n[02:52.46] I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n[02:56.87] Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n[03:01.41] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n[03:05.48] Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n[03:10.55] Yeah, well\n[03:11.41] Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n[03:13.33] He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n[03:16.61] Shit was supposed to get me high\n[03:17.87] Why the fuck I wanna die now? 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I've never been religious\n[04:25.56] But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n[04:27.52] It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n[04:30.65] (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n[04:32.35] (Wait a second, please)\n[04:34.54] 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n[04:36.89] Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n[04:39.31] \n[04:48.24] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[04:54.99] You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n[05:00.63] Shallow soul\n[05:03.64] I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n[05:07.78] Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n[05:12.35] You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n[05:16.33] Shallow soul, shallow soul\n[05:23.13] You are standin' in a shallow soul\n[05:25.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Faces V2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":31764144,"name":"New Faces V2 (feat. Ds$h & Earl Sweatshirt)","trackName":"New Faces V2 (feat. Ds$h & Earl Sweatshirt)","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Faces","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\nMan, like a damn rapper\nAh, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\nIn '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\nBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\nWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\nI ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\nTryna get a few bucks under custody\nAnd my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\nSo my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\nThick lens coverin' my eyes now\nThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\nAnd if this a different way to clear my mind out\nI need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\nAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\nAnd everybody at the show look astounded\nPosted up drowsy\nIn the cut so much that it's pus round me\nCatch him in the daytime or dusk hours\nSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\nIf your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\nCan't call it harsh livin' when the margin\nBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\nAnd you workin', givin' arm and a leg\nSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\nLike a long-distance bitch\n\nWho you know that's out that's harder than this?\nChargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\nSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\nRunnin' wild on the route that was picked\nWhen the clouds were enshrouded\nI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\nShallow soul, shallow soul\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul\nShallow soul, shallow soul\n\nDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\nJust look at the state he's in, yo, yo\nThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\nThat ain't suckin' corporate dick\nSaid it with my balls in grip\n\nOther hand got a cork to hit\nAll this Ralph be the sportsmanship\nWalked in and said I needed all the chips\nAs well as the one on my shoulder\n\nFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\nCops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\nBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\nA generation lost\nFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\nWarrants bein' filed for the cases fought\nAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\nYou ain't Superman when that cape is off\nJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\nTryna see the bright side of life\nAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\nIt's like hard liquor, and see people are books\nSo you judge a motherfucker by the first page\nAnd a bitch by the back cover\nThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\nReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\nThey said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\nMotherfucker\n\nI could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\nShallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\nYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\nShallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\nYeah, well\nIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\nHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\nShit was supposed to get me high\nWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"},{"id":19486868,"name":"New Faces v2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Da)","trackName":"New Faces v2 (feat. 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\nStrung out on this dusty couch\nIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n\"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n\"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\nRight nostril hasn't worked in a week\nPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\nMe, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\nBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\nI get her faded, put it back in her labia\nAll my life, I've been afraid of powder\nAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\nThe wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\nLast supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\nI need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\nThat can save me from the war I know\n\nShout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\nThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\nAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\nWhoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n(I see, I see, I see)\nThey comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\nBeen a criminal before scales were digital\n\nUsed to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\nHate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\nBut the raps are just way too flagrant, so\nHere I go (here I go)\n\nThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n(Whoa, where it's at?) 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(Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) 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(yeah)\n  start_ms: 181410\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 190550\n- text: Yeah, well\n  start_ms: 190550\n  end_ms: 191410\n- text: Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n  start_ms: 191410\n  end_ms: 193330\n- text: He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n  start_ms: 193330\n  end_ms: 196610\n- text: Shit was supposed to get me high\n  start_ms: 196610\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 200790\n- text: Strung out on this dusty couch\n  start_ms: 200790\n  end_ms: 202390\n- text: In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  start_ms: 202390\n  end_ms: 205690\n- text: '\"Stop runnin'' your mouth\"'\n  start_ms: 205690\n  end_ms: 206920\n- text: '\"You holdin'' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)'\n  start_ms: 206920\n  end_ms: 209330\n- text: Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  start_ms: 209330\n  end_ms: 210980\n- text: Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  start_ms: 210980\n  end_ms: 214050\n- text: Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  start_ms: 214050\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217100\n- text: '\"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)'\n  start_ms: 217100\n  end_ms: 220090\n- text: I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  start_ms: 220090\n  end_ms: 222420\n- text: All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  start_ms: 222420\n  end_ms: 223980\n- text: All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n  start_ms: 223980\n  end_ms: 226650\n- text: The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  start_ms: 226650\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230810\n- text: I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  start_ms: 230810\n  end_ms: 232720\n- text: That can save me from the war I know\n  start_ms: 232720\n  end_ms: 234290\n- text: Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  start_ms: 234290\n  end_ms: 237070\n- text: The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  start_ms: 237070\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  start_ms: 239450\n  end_ms: 241640\n- text: '''Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)'\n  start_ms: 241640\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 246650\n- text: (I see, I see, I see)\n  start_ms: 246650\n  end_ms: 248000\n- text: They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  start_ms: 248000\n  end_ms: 250780\n- text: Been a criminal before scales were digital\n  start_ms: 250780\n  end_ms: 252660\n- text: Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  start_ms: 252660\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 257250\n- text: But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  start_ms: 257250\n  end_ms: 259480\n- text: Here I go (here I go)\n  start_ms: 259480\n  end_ms: 261430\n- text: Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  start_ms: 261430\n  end_ms: 263450\n- text: (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  start_ms: 263450\n  end_ms: 265560\n- text: But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  start_ms: 265560\n  end_ms: 267520\n- text: It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n  start_ms: 267520\n  end_ms: 270650\n- text: (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  start_ms: 270650\n  end_ms: 272350\n- text: (Wait a second, please)\n  start_ms: 272350\n  end_ms: 274540\n- text: '''Cause I''ma go out the same way I came in'\n  start_ms: 274540\n  end_ms: 276890\n- text: Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n  start_ms: 276890\n  end_ms: 279310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 279310\n  end_ms: 288240\n- text: You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  start_ms: 288240\n  end_ms: 294990\n- text: You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  start_ms: 294990\n  end_ms: 300630\n- text: Shallow soul\n  start_ms: 300630\n  end_ms: 303640\n- text: I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  start_ms: 303640\n  end_ms: 307780\n- text: Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  start_ms: 307780\n  end_ms: 312350\n- text: You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  start_ms: 312350\n  end_ms: 316330\n- text: Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  start_ms: 316330\n  end_ms: 323130\n- text: You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  start_ms: 323130\n  end_ms: 325490\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 325490\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song\n  Man, like a damn rapper\n  Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn\n\n  In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga\n  Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush\n  When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me\n  'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'\n\n  I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money\n  Tryna get a few bucks under custody\n  And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers\n  So my kin gully, and my skin toughened\n\n  Thick lens coverin' my eyes now\n  They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now\n  And if this a different way to clear my mind out\n  I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now\n  And I don't look as stupid when I talk now\n\n  And everybody at the show look astounded\n  Posted up drowsy\n  In the cut so much that it's pus round me\n  Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours\n  Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it\n  If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)\n\n  Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin\n  Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets\n  And you workin', givin' arm and a leg\n  Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'\n  Like a long-distance bitch\n\n  Who you know that's out that's harder than this?\n  Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga\n  Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown\n  Runnin' wild on the route that was picked\n  When the clouds were enshrouded\n  I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again\n\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n\n  Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian\n  Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo\n  The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist\n  That ain't suckin' corporate dick\n  Said it with my balls in grip\n\n  Other hand got a cork to hit\n  All this Ralph be the sportsmanship\n  Walked in and said I needed all the chips\n  As well as the one on my shoulder\n\n  Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor\n  Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas\n  Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so\n  A generation lost\n  Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft\n  Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought\n  And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost\n\n  You ain't Superman when that cape is off\n  Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise\n  Tryna see the bright side of life\n  And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture\n\n  It's like hard liquor, and see people are books\n  So you judge a motherfucker by the first page\n  And a bitch by the back cover\n  The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered\n  Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage\n  They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number\n  Motherfucker\n\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)\n  Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)\n  Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)\n\n  Yeah, well\n  Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?\n  He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)\n  Shit was supposed to get me high\n  Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)\n\n  Strung out on this dusty couch\n  In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, \"Slow down\" (down)\n  \"Stop runnin' your mouth\"\n  \"You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my\" (woo!)\n\n  Right nostril hasn't worked in a week\n  Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik\n  Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep\n  Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'\n  \"Play my shit, or wake the baby up\" (wake up)\n\n  I get her faded, put it back in her labia\n  All my life, I've been afraid of powder\n  All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?\n\n  The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)\n  Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)\n  I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone\n  That can save me from the war I know\n\n  Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh\n  The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)\n  Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat\n  'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n\n  Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces\n  (I see, I see, I see)\n  They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases\n  Been a criminal before scales were digital\n\n  Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)\n  Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)\n  But the raps are just way too flagrant, so\n  Here I go (here I go)\n\n  Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary\n  (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious\n  But I feel like the scripture's got it all there\n  It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath\n\n  (Last breath) I'ma take my time\n  (Wait a second, please)\n  'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in\n  Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind\n\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n  You are speakin' with a shallow soul\n  Shallow soul\n  I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)\n  You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)\n  Shallow soul, shallow soul\n  You are standin' in a shallow soul\n"}]