[{"id":9082700,"name":"Direction","trackName":"Direction","artistName":"Merkules","albumName":"Trust Your Gut","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nC Lance let's go\n\nEvery day it's like a whole new game\nBut I get nervous every time I gotta go through change\nI'm 24 I gotta pull my weight but\nit's hard now that everybody knows my name\nThat's cool though I guess I keep it to myself\nBut ain't nobody feel the type of feelings that I felt\nI put the fear into my health I'd rather roll one up\nUntil that chain around my neck is looking cold as fuck\nI might, punch you in the stomach till your shoulders touch\nYa'll just think I'm going crazy \"Merk hold your tongue\" naaahh\nThose days are over, drinkin' straight, I never chased that soda\nThinking back when moma used to scoop me in that beige carola\nWe drink corona by the bed just never staying sober\nWake up in the am and I'm always on that same old corner\nComing home high and we would try to keep the same composure\nThe back alleys all we needed as a place for closure\nWho knows that's how it goes I guess\nI'll be 6 feet under water trynna hold my breath\nMerk\n\nI'm trynna pick my direction\nSometimes you need a minute\nThese demons keep creeping on my shoulders\nTake a hard look at your life and who's in it\nThese demons keep creepin', demons keep creepin'\nI just see right through 'em I see the details\nI'm trynna pick my direction\nBad luck can get you l-l-listen to that gut\n\nBut you can be a loser and you wouldn't tell the difference\nNow everything you used to think mattered really didn't\nYou ain't a baller you a product of the system\nBut you biting for the bait when you should be the one fishing\nGet behind the wheel fuck the passenger seat\nYou got the steering and control and the gas at your feet\nLook, you hear the rumours and you let em all consume you\nAs if it wasn't something you'd already gotten used to\nBoohoo put your big boy pants on\nAnd drink another bottle but that shit won't last long\nYou feel superhuman when you peel that cap off\nEvery other morning is the same old sad song\nThe pain and the regret won't let you take another step\nYou claim you feel okay but in the face you look depressed\nI hope you hear this and you go get some help\nIt's not for you I wrote this to myself\n\nI'm trynna pick my direction\nSometimes you need a minute\nThese demons keep creeping on my shoulders\nTake a hard look at your life and who's in it\nDemons keep creepin', demons keep creepin'\nI just see right through 'em I see the details\nI'm trynna pick my direction\nBad luck can get you listen to that gut","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Direction\n  artist: Merkules\n  album: Trust Your Gut\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\n  C Lance let's go\n\n  Every day it's like a whole new game\n  But I get nervous every time I gotta go through change\n  I'm 24 I gotta pull my weight but\n  it's hard now that everybody knows my name\n  That's cool though I guess I keep it to myself\n  But ain't nobody feel the type of feelings that I felt\n  I put the fear into my health I'd rather roll one up\n  Until that chain around my neck is looking cold as fuck\n  I might, punch you in the stomach till your shoulders touch\n  Ya'll just think I'm going crazy \"Merk hold your tongue\" naaahh\n  Those days are over, drinkin' straight, I never chased that soda\n  Thinking back when moma used to scoop me in that beige carola\n  We drink corona by the bed just never staying sober\n  Wake up in the am and I'm always on that same old corner\n  Coming home high and we would try to keep the same composure\n  The back alleys all we needed as a place for closure\n  Who knows that's how it goes I guess\n  I'll be 6 feet under water trynna hold my breath\n  Merk\n\n  I'm trynna pick my direction\n  Sometimes you need a minute\n  These demons keep creeping on my shoulders\n  Take a hard look at your life and who's in it\n  These demons keep creepin', demons keep creepin'\n  I just see right through 'em I see the details\n  I'm trynna pick my direction\n  Bad luck can get you l-l-listen to that gut\n\n  But you can be a loser and you wouldn't tell the difference\n  Now everything you used to think mattered really didn't\n  You ain't a baller you a product of the system\n  But you biting for the bait when you should be the one fishing\n  Get behind the wheel fuck the passenger seat\n  You got the steering and control and the gas at your feet\n  Look, you hear the rumours and you let em all consume you\n  As if it wasn't something you'd already gotten used to\n  Boohoo put your big boy pants on\n  And drink another bottle but that shit won't last long\n  You feel superhuman when you peel that cap off\n  Every other morning is the same old sad song\n  The pain and the regret won't let you take another step\n  You claim you feel okay but in the face you look depressed\n  I hope you hear this and you go get some help\n  It's not for you I wrote this to myself\n\n  I'm trynna pick my direction\n  Sometimes you need a minute\n  These demons keep creeping on my shoulders\n  Take a hard look at your life and who's in it\n  Demons keep creepin', demons keep creepin'\n  I just see right through 'em I see the details\n  I'm trynna pick my direction\n  Bad luck can get you listen to that gut\n"}]