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What it is?\n\nWhat it is? (What it sound like?)\nWhat it is? (What it is?)\nWhat it is? 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What it is?\n[02:23.04] What it is? (What it sound like?)\n[02:24.90] What it is? (What it is?)\n[02:29.26] What it is? 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What it is?\n[02:23.04] What it is? (What it sound like?)\n[02:24.90] What it is? (What it is?)\n[02:29.26] What it is? What it sound like?\n[02:33.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '48'\n  artist: Maxo feat. 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What it is?\n  start_ms: 140050\n  end_ms: 143040\n- text: What it is? (What it sound like?)\n  start_ms: 143040\n  end_ms: 144900\n- text: What it is? (What it is?)\n  start_ms: 144900\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: What it is? What it sound like?\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 153370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153370\nplain: |-\n  I'm tryna fly, it's like my feet to the floor\n  In my thoughts, holdin' things I adore\n  But I can't stay there 'cause time moves\n  Had to grow into my shoes\n\n  That 11 fitted cool, but the 12 do me right\n  Down Gary at the light\n  Thinkin' to myself 'bout this life\n  Like I wasn't just with Vic every night\n  Workin' for a dream we ain't even see comin'\n\n  All I know is keep runnin', so I did\n  My heart full of fear, but I'ma die if I don't live\n  Eyes closed, jumpin', tryna peep where I land\n  If I don't make it out alive, then I'ma die where I stand\n\n  Smoke paint my namе in the cloud, trace the sand\n  Know it ain't thе same, trouble on my brain, trace the lines in my head\n  Shootin' for the moon, landin' on a star\n  Knowin' if its true, then it's gon' lead to what I need\n\n  Reachin' in my dreams, feel like a n- can't swing\n  Seeing what it seem, seepin' in the creek\n  Past the soles on my feet (soles on my feet, look)\n  Past the soles on my feet\n\n  On me, look\n  Big up to the ones that I still got around\n  Keep your G's tight\n  Keep your feet light\n  Who got the bail money?\n\n  I see the mail coming\n  Funny how I can tell n- fell off\n  S- was all good\n  20 Backwoods\n  Rest in peace Miss Wall\n\n  I'm on call\n  Fear bein' too stubborn, a wall in my mind\n  Table crowded, might as well divide\n  She don't want a n- she just tryna ride\n\n  Too many times by myself been drivin', I'm better silent\n  I know I'm wrong baby, 'nother sad song\n  Trauma my papa made me\n\n  Weed in a locker, I told you keep it on you\n  Live and learn you\n  Let me show you somethin'\n  How fast it all turn nothin'\n\n  Burn the glass\n  Behind the glass, I feel somethin'\n  Got weed, then roll some\n  Up to four-some\n\n  Every season like three summers, that Kanye talk\n  N- think I'm dumb, b- I ain't the one, hit the Broadway walk\n  We got time, behind lines, see me steppin' in chalk\n  Black the god, I feel fine when it's dark\n\n  To each his own\n  Some n- can't pick up the phone\n  Rolling stone, heart froze\n  N- dead, gone, he still on the road\n\n  Some n- can't put down they phone\n  Some n- pay for they partners to go, I never know\n  I'm tryna get myself right, all I know\n  What it sound like? 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