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the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression\n[01:34.23] My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang\n[01:37.34] Say a prayer, leave my brains on a tile floor\n[01:39.99] My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more\n[01:42.76] Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord\n[01:45.65] This the shit I need to keep the climate warm\n[01:47.87] Wish I could get high, space migration\n[01:50.43] Pretend I could just fly to great vibrations\n[01:53.71] The magazines need a quote\n[01:55.62] When I'm gone, sorry, I don't leave a note, yo\n[02:00.24] Whoa-oh-oh, yeah\n[02:03.57] And this pain, and this pain\n[02:06.33] And this pain, and this pain\n[02:08.43] Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain\n[02:13.84] Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh-oh, yeah\n[02:17.02] Ooh-woah-oh, yeah\n[02:27.98] Yeah, 9th Wonder\n[02:32.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rain\n  artist: Mac Miller\n  album: Mac Miller\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  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Wish I could get high, space migration\n  Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations\n  The magazines need a quote\n  Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know\n\n  And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain\n  Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain\n"},{"id":25378485,"name":"Rain","trackName":"Rain","artistName":"Mac Miller","albumName":"Faces","duration":156.741969,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none\nKnock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come\nSick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none\nBut I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come\nThirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray\nStray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin' face\nWhat's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?\nShootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid\nOr is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?\nAin't embarrassed where I'm 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