[{"id":39105209,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Ryan Lewis/Wanz/Macklemore","albumName":"Macklemore-The Heist","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf i just went in this slowly\nThe police would've noticed\nGotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\nGo and leave with that motive\nHold up, my plan is forming\nAll right, casin' this building\nWatch these rappers step back\nAnd walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\nHeading in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\nNot a metaphor, then I start towards\nThat front desk, that's right, where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\nAll blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\nBloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\nCarrying 2 cans of paint\nSecurity looks at me awkward\nI say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see I break it down if I don't make it out\nThen I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\nThis chair and I'm taking him hostage\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\nNow I'm headed up (Heist)\nWhat they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession not what you think\nIf I could get signed my life is destined\nMight be good, depends on ink\nAnd secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it would be shiny and beautiful\nThought it would be alive and like musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThese numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' the day have nobody in the house\nWonderin' within if they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place?\nJust walk forward, see plaques on the wall\nOh yea, in a second those will be all yours\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig block silver letters, read it out loud: President\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\nYou're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\nThat's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.01] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.08] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.07] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.02] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.03] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.02] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.09] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.01] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.03] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.02] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.08] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.09] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.00] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.03] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.06] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.09] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.02] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.08] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.08] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.06] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.03] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.04] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.07] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.05] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.09] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n[01:14.08] Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n[01:16.03] I'm scared to death that he stops me\n[01:17.06] Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n[01:21.00] And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n[01:22.07] Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n[01:24.08] And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n[01:25.01] This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n[01:27.07] I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n[01:29.00] Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n[01:30.05] What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n[01:32.04] And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n[01:34.05] Stuck in this recession not what you think\n[01:36.07] If I could get signed my life is destined\n[01:38.07] Might be good, depends on ink\n[01:39.04] And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n[01:42.07] I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n[01:47.07] I put my life on the line\n[01:50.08] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[01:52.03] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[01:56.03] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[01:58.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:01.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:04.02] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:07.07] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[02:11.12] If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n[02:13.06] But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n[02:17.00] Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n[02:18.07] Thought it would be alive and like musical\n[02:20.03] But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n[02:23.06] These numbers on the chalkboard\n[02:25.06] CDs boxed in cardboard\n[02:26.01] Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n[02:29.09] Graphic designers are sitting around\n[02:31.03] Waiting for albums that never come out\n[02:32.02] Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n[02:34.07] Wonderin' within if they make art for\n[02:36.02] I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n[02:38.03] Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n[02:40.04] Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n[02:42.03] Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n[02:45.09] Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n[02:48.09] This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n[02:51.09] Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n[02:54.06] He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n[02:57.06] Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n[03:00.03] You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.04] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.04] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.02] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.07] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.08] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.00] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.04] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.00] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.07] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.06] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.07] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.07] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.03] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.03] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.00] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:53.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Ryan Lewis/Wanz/Macklemore\n  album: Macklemore-The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 20070\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20070\n  end_ms: 23020\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23020\n  end_ms: 25030\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25030\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 39030\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39030\n  end_ms: 40080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40080\n  end_ms: 42050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42050\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 48090\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48090\n  end_ms: 49000\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49000\n  end_ms: 51030\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51030\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54060\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54060\n  end_ms: 56090\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56090\n  end_ms: 58020\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58020\n  end_ms: 60080\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60080\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 62060\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62060\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66030\n  end_ms: 67040\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67040\n  end_ms: 68070\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68070\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 71090\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"},{"id":6801675,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore","albumName":"The Heist","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf i just went in this slowly\nThe police would've noticed\nGotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\nGo and leave with that motive\nHold up, my plan is forming\nAll right, casin' this building\nWatch these rappers step back\nAnd walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\nHeading in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\nNot a metaphor, then I start towards\nThat front desk, that's right, where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\nAll blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\nBloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\nCarrying 2 cans of paint\nSecurity looks at me awkward\nI say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see I break it down if I don't make it out\nThen I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\nThis chair and I'm taking him hostage\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\nNow I'm headed up (Heist)\nWhat they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession not what you think\nIf I could get signed my life is destined\nMight be good, depends on ink\nAnd secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it would be shiny and beautiful\nThought it would be alive and like musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThese numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' the day have nobody in the house\nWonderin' within if they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place?\nJust walk forward, see plaques on the wall\nOh yea, in a second those will be all yours\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig block silver letters, read it out loud: President\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\nYou're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\nThat's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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Come on, no!'\n  start_ms: 201090\n  end_ms: 202070\n- text: We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  start_ms: 202070\n  end_ms: 205000\n- text: You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  start_ms: 205000\n  end_ms: 208030\n- text: Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  start_ms: 208030\n  end_ms: 211010\n- text: Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  start_ms: 211010\n  end_ms: 215010\n- text: After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  start_ms: 215010\n  end_ms: 218080\n- text: That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  start_ms: 218080\n  end_ms: 221000\n- text: No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  start_ms: 221000\n  end_ms: 223050\n- text: I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  start_ms: 223050\n  end_ms: 227050\n- text: Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n  start_ms: 227050\n  end_ms: 230150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230150\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If i just went in this slowly\n  The police would've noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  Go and leave with that motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming\n  All right, casin' this building\n  Watch these rappers step back\n  And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n  Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  Security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n  Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n  This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n  Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n  What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession not what you think\n  If I could get signed my life is destined\n  Might be good, depends on ink\n  And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it would be alive and like musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  These numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n  Wonderin' within if they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n  Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n  Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n  You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n  That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & RyanLewis\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233187\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"},{"id":34914985,"name":"Jimmy Iovine/Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine/Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf i just went in this slowly\nThe police would've noticed\nGotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\nGo and leave with that motive\nHold up, my plan is forming\nAll right, casin' this building\nWatch these rappers step back\nAnd walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\nHeading in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\nNot a metaphor, then I start towards\nThat front desk, that's right, where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\nAll blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\nBloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\nCarrying 2 cans of paint\nSecurity looks at me awkward\nI say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see I break it down if I don't make it out\nThen I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\nThis chair and I'm taking him hostage\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\nNow I'm headed up (Heist)\nWhat they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession not what you think\nIf I could get signed my life is destined\nMight be good, depends on ink\nAnd secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it would be shiny and beautiful\nThought it would be alive and like musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThese numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' the day have nobody in the house\nWonderin' within if they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place?\nJust walk forward, see plaques on the wall\nOh yea, in a second those will be all yours\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig block silver letters, read it out loud: President\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\nYou're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\nThat's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine/Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine [Explicit]\n  artist: Macklemore\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233247\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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Come on, no!'\n  start_ms: 201090\n  end_ms: 202070\n- text: We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  start_ms: 202070\n  end_ms: 205000\n- text: You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  start_ms: 205000\n  end_ms: 208030\n- text: Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  start_ms: 208030\n  end_ms: 211010\n- text: Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  start_ms: 211010\n  end_ms: 215010\n- text: After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  start_ms: 215010\n  end_ms: 218080\n- text: That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  start_ms: 218080\n  end_ms: 221000\n- text: No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  start_ms: 221000\n  end_ms: 223050\n- text: I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  start_ms: 223050\n  end_ms: 227050\n- text: Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n  start_ms: 227050\n  end_ms: 230150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230150\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If i just went in this slowly\n  The police would've noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  Go and leave with that motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming\n  All right, casin' this building\n  Watch these rappers step back\n  And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n  Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  Security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n  Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n  This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n  Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n  What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession not what you think\n  If I could get signed my life is destined\n  Might be good, depends on ink\n  And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it would be alive and like musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  These numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n  Wonderin' within if they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n  Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n  Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n  You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n  That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"},{"id":1166802,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\nGotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\nHold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\nWatching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\nHeaded in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\nDoor closes, not a metaphor\nThen I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\nAll blue jumpsuit, rush you\nBloodthirsty for the money like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\nCarrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\nI say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\nHis chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\nNow I'm headed up (heist!)\nWhat they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession, now what you think?\nIf I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\nA secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it'd be shiny and beautiful\nThought it'd be alive and like, musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThere's numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' that they have nobody in-house\nWonderin' what they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\nSee plaques on the wall\nAww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\nYou're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\nThat's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\nAfter your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\nMm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\nSo shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\nThat's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\nNo one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n\"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\nThought that this is what I wanted\nRather be a starving artist\nThan succeed at getting fucked\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.01] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.08] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.07] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.02] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.03] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.02] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.09] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.01] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.03] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.02] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.08] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.09] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.00] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.03] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.06] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.09] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.02] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.08] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.08] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.06] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.03] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.04] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.07] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.05] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.09] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.08] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.00] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.04] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.00] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.07] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.06] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.07] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.07] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.03] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.03] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.00] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:53.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 20070\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20070\n  end_ms: 23020\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23020\n  end_ms: 25030\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25030\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 39030\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39030\n  end_ms: 40080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40080\n  end_ms: 42050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42050\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 48090\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48090\n  end_ms: 49000\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49000\n  end_ms: 51030\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51030\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54060\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54060\n  end_ms: 56090\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56090\n  end_ms: 58020\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58020\n  end_ms: 60080\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60080\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 62060\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62060\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66030\n  end_ms: 67040\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67040\n  end_ms: 68070\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68070\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 71090\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  start_ms: 193070\n  end_ms: 196080\n- text: After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n  start_ms: 196080\n  end_ms: 199000\n- text: '\"So it''s really like a loan?\"'\n  start_ms: 199000\n  end_ms: 201040\n- text: '\"A loan? Come on, no!'\n  start_ms: 201040\n  end_ms: 202000\n- text: We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  start_ms: 202000\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 208060\n- text: Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  start_ms: 208060\n  end_ms: 211070\n- text: Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  start_ms: 211070\n  end_ms: 215070\n- text: After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  start_ms: 215070\n  end_ms: 218030\n- text: That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  start_ms: 218030\n  end_ms: 221000\n- text: No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  start_ms: 221000\n  end_ms: 223030\n- text: I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  start_ms: 223030\n  end_ms: 227000\n- text: Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n  start_ms: 227000\n  end_ms: 233220\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\n  Watching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\n  Headed in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\n  Door closes, not a metaphor\n  Then I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\n  All blue jumpsuit, rush you\n  Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\n  Carrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\n  His chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\n  Now I'm headed up (heist!)\n  What they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession, now what you think?\n  If I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\n  A secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it'd be alive and like, musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  There's numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' that they have nobody in-house\n  Wonderin' what they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\n  See plaques on the wall\n  Aww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\n  You're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\n  That's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\n  After your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\n  Mm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\n  So shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\n  That's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\n  No one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n  \"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\n  Thought that this is what I wanted\n  Rather be a starving artist\n  Than succeed at getting fucked\"\n"},{"id":19667380,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist","duration":236.860187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\nGotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\nHold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\nWatching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\nHeaded in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\nDoor closes, not a metaphor\nThen I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\nAll blue jumpsuit, rush you\nBloodthirsty for the money like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\nCarrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\nI say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\nHis chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\nNow I'm headed up (heist!)\nWhat they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession, now what you think?\nIf I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\nA secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it'd be shiny and beautiful\nThought it'd be alive and like, musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThere's numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' that they have nobody in-house\nWonderin' what they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\nSee plaques on the wall\nAww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\nYou're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\nThat's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\nAfter your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\nMm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\nSo shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\nThat's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\nNo one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n\"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\nThought that this is what I wanted\nRather be a starving artist\nThan succeed at getting fucked\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 236860\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\n  Watching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\n  Headed in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\n  Door closes, not a metaphor\n  Then I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\n  All blue jumpsuit, rush you\n  Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\n  Carrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\n  His chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\n  Now I'm headed up (heist!)\n  What they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession, now what you think?\n  If I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\n  A secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it'd be alive and like, musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  There's numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' that they have nobody in-house\n  Wonderin' what they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\n  See plaques on the wall\n  Aww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\n  You're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\n  That's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\n  After your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\n  Mm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\n  So shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\n  That's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\n  No one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n  \"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\n  Thought that this is what I wanted\n  Rather be a starving artist\n  Than succeed at getting fucked\"\n"},{"id":21595481,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist [Bonus]","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\nGotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\nHold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\nWatching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\nHeaded in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\nDoor closes, not a metaphor\nThen I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\nAll blue jumpsuit, rush you\nBloodthirsty for the money like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\nCarrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\nI say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\nHis chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\nNow I'm headed up (heist!)\nWhat they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession, now what you think?\nIf I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\nA secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it'd be shiny and beautiful\nThought it'd be alive and like, musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThere's numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' that they have nobody in-house\nWonderin' what they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\nSee plaques on the wall\nAww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\nYou're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\nThat's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\nAfter your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\nMm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\nSo shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\nThat's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\nNo one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n\"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\nThought that this is what I wanted\nRather be a starving artist\nThan succeed at getting fucked\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n  album: The Heist [Bonus]\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\n  Watching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\n  Headed in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\n  Door closes, not a metaphor\n  Then I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\n  All blue jumpsuit, rush you\n  Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\n  Carrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\n  His chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\n  Now I'm headed up (heist!)\n  What they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession, now what you think?\n  If I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\n  A secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it'd be alive and like, musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  There's numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' that they have nobody in-house\n  Wonderin' what they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\n  See plaques on the wall\n  Aww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\n  You're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\n  That's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\n  After your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\n  Mm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\n  So shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\n  That's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\n  No one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n  \"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\n  Thought that this is what I wanted\n  Rather be a starving artist\n  Than succeed at getting fucked\"\n"},{"id":21600425,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"The Heist - Macklemore","albumName":"The Heist","duration":233.221224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf i just went in this slowly\nThe police would've noticed\nGotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\nGo and leave with that motive\nHold up, my plan is forming\nAll right, casin' this building\nWatch these rappers step back\nAnd walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\nHeading in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\nNot a metaphor, then I start towards\nThat front desk, that's right, where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\nAll blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\nBloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\nCarrying 2 cans of paint\nSecurity looks at me awkward\nI say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see I break it down if I don't make it out\nThen I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\nThis chair and I'm taking him hostage\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\nNow I'm headed up (Heist)\nWhat they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession not what you think\nIf I could get signed my life is destined\nMight be good, depends on ink\nAnd secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it would be shiny and beautiful\nThought it would be alive and like musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThese numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' the day have nobody in the house\nWonderin' within if they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place?\nJust walk forward, see plaques on the wall\nOh yea, in a second those will be all yours\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig block silver letters, read it out loud: President\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\nYou're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\nThat's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: The Heist - Macklemore\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233221\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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Come on, no!'\n  start_ms: 201090\n  end_ms: 202070\n- text: We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  start_ms: 202070\n  end_ms: 205000\n- text: You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  start_ms: 205000\n  end_ms: 208030\n- text: Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  start_ms: 208030\n  end_ms: 211010\n- text: Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  start_ms: 211010\n  end_ms: 215010\n- text: After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  start_ms: 215010\n  end_ms: 218080\n- text: That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  start_ms: 218080\n  end_ms: 221000\n- text: No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  start_ms: 221000\n  end_ms: 223050\n- text: I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  start_ms: 223050\n  end_ms: 227050\n- text: Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n  start_ms: 227050\n  end_ms: 230150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230150\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If i just went in this slowly\n  The police would've noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  Go and leave with that motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming\n  All right, casin' this building\n  Watch these rappers step back\n  And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n  Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  Security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n  Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n  This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n  Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n  What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession not what you think\n  If I could get signed my life is destined\n  Might be good, depends on ink\n  And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it would be alive and like musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  These numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n  Wonderin' within if they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n  Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n  Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n  You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n  That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"},{"id":37367662,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist (Deluxe Edition)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\nGotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\nHold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\nWatching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\nHeaded in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\nDoor closes, not a metaphor\nThen I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\nAll blue jumpsuit, rush you\nBloodthirsty for the money like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\nCarrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\nI say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\nHis chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\nNow I'm headed up (heist!)\nWhat they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession, now what you think?\nIf I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\nA secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll them dice and I'm fine\n'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it'd be shiny and beautiful\nThought it'd be alive and like, musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThere's numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' that they have nobody in-house\nWonderin' what they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\nSee plaques on the wall\nAww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\nYou're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\nThat's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\nAfter your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\nMm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\nSo shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\nThat's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\nNo one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n\"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\nThought that this is what I wanted\nRather be a starving artist\nThan succeed at getting fucked\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n  album: The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 233247\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If I just went in and stole in, the police woulda noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, creep in, go in n' leave without motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building\n  Watching these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)\n\n  Headed in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out right by the entrance\n  Door closes, not a metaphor\n  Then I start towards that front desk, right where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor\n  All blue jumpsuit, rush you\n  Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n\n  Carrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"third floor? I'm late, paintin' Jimmy lovine's office\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see, I'm breaking down if I don't make it out, then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A & R out\n  His chair and I'm taking him hostage\n\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press three\n  Now I'm headed up (heist!)\n  What they don't know, there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession, now what you think?\n  If I can sign, my luck is destined, my future depends on ink\n  A secretary at the front of the entrance, staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers \"go ahead\" and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll them dice and I'm fine\n  'Cause all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I get past security, the secretary, the cubicles\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it'd be alive and like, musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  There's numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' that they have nobody in-house\n  Wonderin' what they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place? Just walk forward\n  See plaques on the wall\n  Aww yea, in a second, those will be all yours\n\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big, block, silver letters, read it out loud, \"President\" (heist!)\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then, felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"we've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music get's so impressive and this whole brand you created\n  You're one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous\"\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day, remind me now what your name is?\n  That's right, 'Macklemore,' of course today has been crazy\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you one hundred thousand dollars\n  After your album comes out, we'll need back that money that you borrowed\"\n\n  Mm-hm, so it's really like a loan? \"Alone? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10\n  So shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have seven percent to split\n  That's not bad, I've seen a lot worse\n  No one will give you a better offer than us\"\n\n  \"Mm-hm,\" I replied, \"I appreciate the offer\n  Thought that this is what I wanted\n  Rather be a starving artist\n  Than succeed at getting fucked\"\n"},{"id":13681025,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis / Macklemore / Ryan Lewis / Ab-Soul","albumName":"The Heist","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf i just went in this slowly\nThe police would've noticed\nGotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\nGo and leave with that motive\nHold up, my plan is forming\nAll right, casin' this building\nWatch these rappers step back\nAnd walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\nHeading in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\nNot a metaphor, then I start towards\nThat front desk, that's right, where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\nAll blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\nBloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\nCarrying 2 cans of paint\nSecurity looks at me awkward\nI say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see I break it down if I don't make it out\nThen I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\nThis chair and I'm taking him hostage\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\nNow I'm headed up (Heist)\nWhat they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession not what you think\nIf I could get signed my life is destined\nMight be good, depends on ink\nAnd secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it would be shiny and beautiful\nThought it would be alive and like musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThese numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' the day have nobody in the house\nWonderin' within if they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place?\nJust walk forward, see plaques on the wall\nOh yea, in a second those will be all yours\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig block silver letters, read it out loud: President\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\nYou're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\nThat's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n[01:14.06] Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n[01:16.06] I'm scared to death that he stops me\n[01:17.05] Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n[01:21.01] And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n[01:22.07] Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n[01:24.02] And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n[01:25.09] This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n[01:27.03] I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n[01:29.02] Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n[01:30.07] What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n[01:32.09] And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n[01:34.00] Stuck in this recession not what you think\n[01:36.01] If I could get signed my life is destined\n[01:38.02] Might be good, depends on ink\n[01:39.02] And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n[01:42.00] I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n[01:47.09] I put my life on the line\n[01:50.06] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[01:52.06] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[01:56.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[01:58.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:01.07] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:04.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:07.02] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[02:11.04] If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n[02:13.04] But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n[02:17.01] Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n[02:18.05] Thought it would be alive and like musical\n[02:20.08] But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n[02:23.03] These numbers on the chalkboard\n[02:25.06] CDs boxed in cardboard\n[02:26.05] Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n[02:29.09] Graphic designers are sitting around\n[02:31.02] Waiting for albums that never come out\n[02:32.06] Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n[02:34.07] Wonderin' within if they make art for\n[02:36.05] I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n[02:38.06] Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n[02:40.00] Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n[02:42.07] Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n[02:45.03] Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n[02:48.00] This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n[02:51.07] Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n[02:54.05] He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n[02:57.02] Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n[03:00.00] You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis / Macklemore / Ryan Lewis / Ab-Soul\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Ab-Soul; Macklemore; Ryan Lewis\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis & Ab-Soul\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis & Ab‐Soul\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.05] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.01] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.07] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.01] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis · Ab-Soul\n  album: The Heist\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my life on the line\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25010\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 25010\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 35060\n- text: I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n  start_ms: 35060\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Steal myself a record deal\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: If i just went in this slowly\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: The police would've noticed\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: Go and leave with that motive\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: Hold up, my plan is forming\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51040\n- text: All right, casin' this building\n  start_ms: 51040\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Watch these rappers step back\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58000\n- text: '\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes'\n  start_ms: 58000\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Security looks at me awkward\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 71010\n- text: I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"},{"id":5442109,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.09] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.09] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.05] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.03] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.05] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.00] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.06] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.00] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.09] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.06] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.08] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.07] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.02] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.02] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.07] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.06] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.06] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.01] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.06] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.08] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.06] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.05] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.03] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.00] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.08] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n[01:14.04] Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n[01:16.09] I'm scared to death that he stops me\n[01:17.03] Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n[01:21.08] And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n[01:22.01] Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n[01:24.06] And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n[01:25.05] This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n[01:27.06] I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n[01:29.02] Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n[01:30.05] What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n[01:32.03] And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n[01:34.02] Stuck in this recession not what you think\n[01:36.04] If I could get signed my life is destined\n[01:38.00] Might be good, depends on ink\n[01:39.00] And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n[01:42.01] I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n[01:47.02] I put my life on the line\n[01:50.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[01:52.09] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[01:56.08] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[01:58.07] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:01.05] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:04.00] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:07.03] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[02:11.04] If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n[02:13.06] But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n[02:17.09] Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n[02:18.08] Thought it would be alive and like musical\n[02:20.00] But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n[02:23.09] These numbers on the chalkboard\n[02:25.06] CDs boxed in cardboard\n[02:26.04] Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n[02:29.09] Graphic designers are sitting around\n[02:31.09] Waiting for albums that never come out\n[02:32.03] Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n[02:34.00] Wonderin' within if they make art for\n[02:36.06] I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n[02:38.09] Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n[02:40.07] Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n[02:42.09] Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n[02:45.04] Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n[02:48.00] This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n[02:51.01] Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n[02:54.09] He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n[02:57.01] Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n[03:00.02] You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.00] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.03] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.05] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.00] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.02] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.02] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.05] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.02] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.06] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.00] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.09] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.05] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.09] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.04] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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Ab-Soul","albumName":"The Heist (deluxe edition)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\nSteal myself a record deal\n\nIf i just went in this slowly\nThe police would've noticed\nGotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\nGo and leave with that motive\nHold up, my plan is forming\nAll right, casin' this building\nWatch these rappers step back\nAnd walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\nHeading in sweating, open that front door\n\"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\nNot a metaphor, then I start towards\nThat front desk, that's right, where you check in\nDressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\nAll blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\nBloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\nLooking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\nCarrying 2 cans of paint\nSecurity looks at me awkward\nI say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\nHolding my breath, 'bout to faint\nI'm scared to death that he stops me\nHeart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\nAnd see I break it down if I don't make it out\nThen I'm leaving town with that contract\nAnd I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\nThis chair and I'm taking him hostage\nI don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\nNow I'm headed up (Heist)\nWhat they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\nAnd I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\nStuck in this recession not what you think\nIf I could get signed my life is destined\nMight be good, depends on ink\nAnd secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\nI walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\nI put my life on the line\nI roll the dice and I'm fine\nCuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\nThey ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\nI'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\nIf I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\nBut it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\nThought it would be shiny and beautiful\nThought it would be alive and like musical\nBut it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\nThese numbers on the chalkboard\nCDs boxed in cardboard\nArtists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\nGraphic designers are sitting around\nWaiting for albums that never come out\nComplainin' the day have nobody in the house\nWonderin' within if they make art for\nI start thinkin', am I in the right place?\nJust walk forward, see plaques on the wall\nOh yea, in a second those will be all yours\nFinally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\nBig block silver letters, read it out loud: President\nThis was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\nRight then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\nHe said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\nYour music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\nYou're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\nAnd with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n\"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\nThat's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\nAnyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.09] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.09] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.05] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.03] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.05] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.00] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.06] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.00] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.09] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.06] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.08] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.07] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.02] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.02] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.07] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.06] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.06] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.01] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.06] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.08] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.06] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.05] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.03] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.00] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.08] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n[01:14.04] Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n[01:16.09] I'm scared to death that he stops me\n[01:17.03] Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n[01:21.08] And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n[01:22.01] Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n[01:24.06] And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n[01:25.05] This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n[01:27.06] I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n[01:29.02] Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n[01:30.05] What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n[01:32.03] And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n[01:34.02] Stuck in this recession not what you think\n[01:36.04] If I could get signed my life is destined\n[01:38.00] Might be good, depends on ink\n[01:39.00] And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n[01:42.01] I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n[01:47.02] I put my life on the line\n[01:50.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[01:52.09] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[01:56.08] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[01:58.07] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:01.05] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:04.00] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[02:07.03] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[02:11.04] If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n[02:13.06] But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n[02:17.09] Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n[02:18.08] Thought it would be alive and like musical\n[02:20.00] But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n[02:23.09] These numbers on the chalkboard\n[02:25.06] CDs boxed in cardboard\n[02:26.04] Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n[02:29.09] Graphic designers are sitting around\n[02:31.09] Waiting for albums that never come out\n[02:32.03] Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n[02:34.00] Wonderin' within if they make art for\n[02:36.06] I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n[02:38.09] Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n[02:40.07] Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n[02:42.09] Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n[02:45.04] Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n[02:48.00] This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n[02:51.01] Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n[02:54.09] He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n[02:57.01] Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n[03:00.02] You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n[03:03.00] And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n[03:07.03] \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n[03:09.05] That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n[03:13.00] Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.02] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.02] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.05] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.02] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.06] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.00] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.09] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.05] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.09] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.04] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"},{"id":29643781,"name":"Jimmy Iovine","trackName":"Jimmy Iovine","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\nAfter your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n\"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n\"A loan? Come on, no!\nWe're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\nYou'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\nAlong with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\nManager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\nAfter taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\nThat's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\nNo one will give you a better offer than us.\"\nI replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\nRather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.02] I put my life on the line\n[00:16.03] I roll the dice and I'm fine\n[00:20.04] Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n[00:23.04] They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n[00:25.01] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:29.06] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:32.08] I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n[00:35.06] I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n[00:37.09] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:39.07] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:40.05] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:42.08] Steal myself a record deal\n[00:44.04] If i just went in this slowly\n[00:45.02] The police would've noticed\n[00:46.02] Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n[00:48.08] Go and leave with that motive\n[00:49.07] Hold up, my plan is forming\n[00:51.04] All right, casin' this building\n[00:52.06] Watch these rappers step back\n[00:54.05] And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n[00:56.04] Heading in sweating, open that front door\n[00:58.00] \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n[01:00.06] Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n[01:01.01] That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n[01:02.07] Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n[01:04.03] All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n[01:06.08] Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n[01:07.01] Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n[01:08.04] Carrying 2 cans of paint\n[01:10.02] Security looks at me awkward\n[01:11.01] I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; 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We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n[03:16.06] After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n[03:19.08] \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n[03:21.09] \"A loan? Come on, no!\n[03:22.07] We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n[03:25.00] You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n[03:28.03] Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n[03:31.01] Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n[03:35.01] After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n[03:38.08] That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n[03:41.00] No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n[03:43.05] I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n[03:47.05] Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n[03:50.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jimmy Iovine\n  artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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we here think you're destined for greatness,\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 183050\n- text: And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n  start_ms: 183050\n  end_ms: 187010\n- text: '\"Now I''m sorry, I''ve had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?'\n  start_ms: 187010\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 193010\n- text: Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  start_ms: 193010\n  end_ms: 196060\n- text: After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n  start_ms: 196060\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: '\"So it''s really like a loan?\"'\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 201090\n- text: '\"A loan? Come on, no!'\n  start_ms: 201090\n  end_ms: 202070\n- text: We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  start_ms: 202070\n  end_ms: 205000\n- text: You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  start_ms: 205000\n  end_ms: 208030\n- text: Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  start_ms: 208030\n  end_ms: 211010\n- text: Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  start_ms: 211010\n  end_ms: 215010\n- text: After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  start_ms: 215010\n  end_ms: 218080\n- text: That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  start_ms: 218080\n  end_ms: 221000\n- text: No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  start_ms: 221000\n  end_ms: 223050\n- text: I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  start_ms: 223050\n  end_ms: 227050\n- text: Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n  start_ms: 227050\n  end_ms: 230150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230150\nplain: |-\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n  Steal myself a record deal\n\n  If i just went in this slowly\n  The police would've noticed\n  Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'\n  Go and leave with that motive\n  Hold up, my plan is forming\n  All right, casin' this building\n  Watch these rappers step back\n  And walk in and leave that with millions (millions)\n  Heading in sweating, open that front door\n  \"Interscope\" printed out by the entrance door closes\n  Not a metaphor, then I start towards\n  That front desk, that's right, where you check in\n  Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor\n  All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?\n  Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull\n  Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)\n  Carrying 2 cans of paint\n  Security looks at me awkward\n  I say, \"Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office.\"\n  Holding my breath, 'bout to faint\n  I'm scared to death that he stops me\n  Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby\n  And see I break it down if I don't make it out\n  Then I'm leaving town with that contract\n  And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out\n  This chair and I'm taking him hostage\n  I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press \"3\"\n  Now I'm headed up (Heist)\n  What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can\n  And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate\n  Stuck in this recession not what you think\n  If I could get signed my life is destined\n  Might be good, depends on ink\n  And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me\n  I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink\n\n  I put my life on the line\n  I roll the dice and I'm fine\n  Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it\n  They ain't giving it, I'm taking it\n\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it\n  I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit\n\n  If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals\n  But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual\n  Thought it would be shiny and beautiful\n  Thought it would be alive and like musical\n  But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral\n  These numbers on the chalkboard\n  CDs boxed in cardboard\n  Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores\n\n  Graphic designers are sitting around\n  Waiting for albums that never come out\n  Complainin' the day have nobody in the house\n  Wonderin' within if they make art for\n  I start thinkin', am I in the right place?\n  Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall\n  Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours\n  Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent\n  Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President\n  This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet\n  Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck\n\n  He said, \"We've been watching you, so glad you could make it\n  Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created.\n  You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness,\n  And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous.\n\n  \"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is?\n  That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.\n  Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars.\n  After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed.\"\n\n  \"So it's really like a loan?\"\n\n  \"A loan? Come on, no!\n  We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals!\n  You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road,\n  Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows.\n  Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit,\n  After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split.\n  That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.\n  No one will give you a better offer than us.\"\n  I replied, \"I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted.\n  Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.\"\n"}]