[{"id":34201849,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Carti Skeleton","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\nIn love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\nIn love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\nI think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\nI know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\nI know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\nI been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\nFinna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\nShe don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\nBut she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\nI don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\nI don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\nI just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Carti Skeleton\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? 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What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\n  Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n  I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n  Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n  I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n  I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n  I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\n  Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n  I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n  She my best friend (what? What?)\n  Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n  She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n  She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n  The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  She make it look simple (what? What?)\n\n  The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n  Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n  Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\n  I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n  In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\n  In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n  I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n  I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n  I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n  I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n  She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n  But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\n  I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":39916039,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Playboi Carti","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new bitch\nThat's some brand new friends, huh\nGot a brand new bag, hold up\nAnd some brand new ends, hold up\nGot a brand new coupe, uh\nThat's a brand new Benz, huh\nGot a brand new watch, uh\nSkeleton, hold up (What?)\nBD, huh (What?)\nThat's a bust-down, huh\nShawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)\nShawty come 'round, huh (What?)\nShawty know (Uh)\nAin't a nigga I trust (Yeah)\nI hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)\nBullets, they rush (Yeah)\nI turned that ho to a slut (Ah)\nShawty gon' fuck (Ayy)\nWe pour that four in the stuff\nI wanna fuck this shit up\nI'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?\nWhere the hell we goin'?\nYeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know\nYeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)\nYeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)\nFuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)\nGone\nHit them bullets right-right to your dome\nWhole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new bitch\nThat's some brand new friends, huh\nGot a brand new bag, hold up\nAnd some brand new ends, hold up\nGot a brand new coupe, uh\nThat's a brand new Benz, huh\nGot a brand new watch, uh\nSkeleton, hold up\nWhole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new bitch\nThat's some brand new friends, huh\nGot a brand new bag, hold up\nAnd some brand new ends, hold up\nGot a brand new coupe, uh\nThat's a brand new Benz, huh\nGot a brand new watch, uh\nSkeleton, hold up\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:39.67] Whole lotta red, uh\n[00:41.35] Whole lotta red\n[00:42.75] One shot to the head (One shot to the head)\n[00:44.12] Nigga, you dead\n[00:46.25] I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\n[00:47.90] Kill a nigga off red\n[00:49.08] Just bought a new K\n[00:50.76] That's a brand new leg\n[00:52.49] Got a brand new bitch\n[00:54.15] That's some brand new friends, huh\n[00:55.88] Got a brand new bag, hold up\n[00:57.32] And some brand new ends, hold up\n[00:59.05] Got a brand new coupe, uh\n[01:00.47] That's a brand new Benz, huh\n[01:02.11] Got a brand new watch, uh\n[01:03.85] Skeleton, hold up (What?)\n[01:05.86] BD, huh (What?)\n[01:07.24] That's a bust-down, huh\n[01:08.69] Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)\n[01:10.34] Shawty come 'round, huh (What?)\n[01:12.09] Shawty know (Uh)\n[01:13.53] Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah)\n[01:15.24] I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)\n[01:17.29] Bullets, they rush (Yeah)\n[01:18.95] I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)\n[01:20.34] Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy)\n[01:22.03] We pour that four in the stuff\n[01:23.59] I wanna fuck this shit up\n[01:25.25] I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?\n[01:28.15] Where the hell we goin'?\n[01:30.18] Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know\n[01:33.63] Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)\n[01:36.42] Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)\n[01:40.12] Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)\n[01:41.54] Gone\n[01:43.46] Hit them bullets right-right to your dome\n[01:44.92] Whole lotta red, uh\n[01:46.52] Whole lotta red\n[01:48.34] One shot to the head (One shot to the head)\n[01:49.42] Nigga, you dead\n[01:51.47] I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\n[01:53.13] Kill a nigga off red\n[01:54.54] Just bought a new K\n[01:56.03] That's a brand new leg\n[01:57.79] Got a brand new bitch\n[01:59.56] That's some brand new friends, huh\n[02:01.30] Got a brand new bag, hold up\n[02:02.95] And some brand new ends, hold up\n[02:04.39] Got a brand new coupe, uh\n[02:05.77] That's a brand new Benz, huh\n[02:07.48] Got a brand new watch, uh\n[02:09.18] Skeleton, hold up\n[02:44.00] Whole lotta red, uh\n[02:44.94] Whole lotta red\n[02:45.28] One shot to the head (One shot to the head)\n[02:45.77] Nigga, you dead\n[02:46.36] I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\n[02:46.92] Kill a nigga off red\n[02:47.45] Just bought a new K\n[02:47.72] That's a brand new leg\n[02:48.27] Got a brand new bitch\n[02:48.82] That's some brand new friends, huh\n[02:49.35] Got a brand new bag, hold up\n[02:49.98] And some brand new ends, hold up\n[02:50.73] Got a brand new coupe, uh\n[02:51.40] That's a brand new Benz, huh\n[02:51.96] Got a brand new watch, uh\n[02:52.27] Skeleton, hold up\n[02:52.81]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  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stuff\n  I wanna fuck this shit up\n  I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?\n  Where the hell we goin'?\n  Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know\n  Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)\n  Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)\n  Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)\n  Gone\n  Hit them bullets right-right to your dome\n  Whole lotta red, uh\n  Whole lotta red\n  One shot to the head (One shot to the head)\n  Nigga, you dead\n  I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\n  Kill a nigga off red\n  Just bought a new K\n  That's a brand new leg\n  Got a brand new bitch\n  That's some brand new friends, huh\n  Got a brand new bag, hold up\n  And some brand new ends, hold up\n  Got a brand new coupe, uh\n  That's a brand new Benz, huh\n  Got a brand new watch, uh\n  Skeleton, hold up\n  Whole lotta red, uh\n  Whole lotta red\n  One shot to the head (One shot to the head)\n  Nigga, you dead\n  I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\n  Kill a nigga off red\n  Just 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What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\nIn love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\nIn love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\nI think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\nI know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\nI know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\nI been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\nFinna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\nShe don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\nBut she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\nI don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\nI don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\nI just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Unreleased (Playboi Carti)\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? 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Who?)\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 83500\n- text: I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 83500\n  end_ms: 86070\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 86070\n  end_ms: 89440\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  start_ms: 89440\n  end_ms: 91870\n- text: Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  start_ms: 91870\n  end_ms: 93260\n- text: Yeah, in love with my money (what? 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What?)\n  start_ms: 105950\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114360\n- text: I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  start_ms: 114360\n  end_ms: 117270\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  start_ms: 117270\n  end_ms: 119330\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  start_ms: 119330\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) 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What?)\n  But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\n  I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":34181390,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Skeleton","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? 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What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Skeleton\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":39827805,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Skeleton - Single","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78]What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29]I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27]I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53]I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34]I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75]I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38]I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96]I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16]I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81]I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47]Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09]It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81]I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48]I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91]I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95]Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94]I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56]I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18]I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48]Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25]I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47]She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28]Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19]She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44]She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13]The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39]She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96]The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33]She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08]Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73]Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66]Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50]I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07]I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44]I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87]Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26]Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01]In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70]In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94]I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22]I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07]I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32]I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64]Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95]She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64]But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99]I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90]I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09]I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36]I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27]I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33]And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25]And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84]I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82]I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97]I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78]I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71]I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55]I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30]I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37]I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48]I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58]I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34]I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60]What? What? What?\n[02:38.24]I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Skeleton - Single\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  start_ms: 11750\n  end_ms: 15380\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":20138088,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Unreleased Carti","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\nIn love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\nIn love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\nI think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\nI know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\nI know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\nI been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\nFinna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\nShe don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\nBut she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\nI don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\nI don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\nI just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) 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What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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What?\n[00:03.29]I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27]I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53]I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34]I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75]I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38]I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96]I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03]I'm way too high (yeah, what?) 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What?)\n[01:05.28]Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19]She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44]She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13]The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39]She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96]The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33]She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08]Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73]Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66]Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50]I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07]I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44]I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87]Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26]Yeah, in love with my money (what? 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What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) 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What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) 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What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SKELETON\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: NARCISSIST\n  duration_ms: 185548\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? 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And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 124820\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  start_ms: 124820\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 138300\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 138300\n  end_ms: 141270\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":19614598,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Whole Lotta Red V1 (Unreleased)","duration":151.170612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? 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Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? 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And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Whole Lotta Red V1 (Unreleased)\n  duration_ms: 151171\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? 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And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 124820\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  start_ms: 124820\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 138300\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 138300\n  end_ms: 141270\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":20931594,"name":"skeleton","trackName":"skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Whole Lotta Red V1","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Whole Lotta Red V1\n  duration_ms: 181000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? 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What?)\n  start_ms: 105950\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114360\n- text: I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  start_ms: 114360\n  end_ms: 117270\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  start_ms: 117270\n  end_ms: 119330\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  start_ms: 119330\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 124820\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  start_ms: 124820\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 138300\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 138300\n  end_ms: 141270\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 141270\n  end_ms: 143370\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 143370\n  end_ms: 146480\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 146480\n  end_ms: 149580\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 149580\n  end_ms: 152340\n- text: I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 152340\n  end_ms: 154600\n- text: What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 154600\n  end_ms: 158240\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 158240\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 160110\nplain: |-\n  What? What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\n  Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  I brush my teeth and count up (what? 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What?)\n  But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\n  I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":19273483,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Whole Lotta Red (v1)","duration":118.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\nIn love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\nIn love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\nI think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\nI know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\nI know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\nI been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\nFinna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\nShe don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\nBut she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\nI don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\nI don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\nI just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) 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What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Whole Lotta Red (v1)\n  duration_ms: 118000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  start_ms: 11750\n  end_ms: 15380\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 15380\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 21100\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 21100\n  end_ms: 22980\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  start_ms: 22980\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  start_ms: 27030\n  end_ms: 30160\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30160\n  end_ms: 31810\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n  start_ms: 31810\n  end_ms: 34470\n- text: Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  start_ms: 34470\n  end_ms: 36090\n- text: It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 36090\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 40480\n- text: I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 40480\n  end_ms: 43910\n- text: I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n  start_ms: 43910\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49940\n- text: I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n  start_ms: 49940\n  end_ms: 52560\n- text: I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n  start_ms: 52560\n  end_ms: 55180\n- text: I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n  start_ms: 55180\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60250\n- text: I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n  start_ms: 60250\n  end_ms: 63470\n- text: She my best friend (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 63470\n  end_ms: 65280\n- text: Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 65280\n  end_ms: 66190\n- text: She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 66190\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 70390\n- text: She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 70390\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 73330\n- text: She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 73330\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 83500\n- text: I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 83500\n  end_ms: 86070\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 86070\n  end_ms: 89440\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  start_ms: 89440\n  end_ms: 91870\n- text: Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  start_ms: 91870\n  end_ms: 93260\n- text: Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n  start_ms: 93260\n  end_ms: 96010\n- text: In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n  start_ms: 96010\n  end_ms: 97700\n- text: In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n  start_ms: 97700\n  end_ms: 98940\n- text: I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n  start_ms: 98940\n  end_ms: 100220\n- text: I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n  start_ms: 100220\n  end_ms: 102070\n- text: I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n  start_ms: 102070\n  end_ms: 103320\n- text: I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 103320\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 105950\n- text: She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n  start_ms: 105950\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114360\n- text: I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  start_ms: 114360\n  end_ms: 117270\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  start_ms: 117270\n  end_ms: 119330\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  start_ms: 119330\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 124820\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  start_ms: 124820\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 138300\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 138300\n  end_ms: 141270\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 141270\n  end_ms: 143370\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 143370\n  end_ms: 146480\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 146480\n  end_ms: 149580\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 149580\n  end_ms: 152340\n- text: I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 152340\n  end_ms: 154600\n- text: What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 154600\n  end_ms: 158240\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 158240\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 160110\nplain: |-\n  What? What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\n  Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  I brush my teeth and count up (what? 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Wanna do)\n  Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n  Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\n  I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n  In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\n  In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n  I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n  I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n  I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n  I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n  She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n  But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\n  I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":20825328,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Whole Lotta Red","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new bitch\nThat's some brand new friends, huh\nGot a brand new bag, hold up\nAnd some brand new ends, hold up\nGot a brand new coupe, uh\nThat's a brand new Benz, huh\nGot a brand new watch, uh\nSkeleton, hold up (What?)\n\nBD, huh (What?)\nThat's a bust-down, huh\nShawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)\nShawty come 'round, huh (What?)\nShawty know (Uh)\nAin't a nigga I trust (Yeah)\nI hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)\nBullets, they rush (Yeah)\nI turned that ho to a slut (Ah)\nShawty gon' fuck (Ayy)\nWe pour that four in the stuff\nI wanna fuck this shit up\nI'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?\nWhere the hell we goin'?\nYeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know\nYeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)\nYeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)\nFuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)\nGone\nHit them bullets right-right to your dome\n\nWhole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new bitch\nThat's some brand new friends, huh\nGot a brand new bag, hold up\nAnd some brand new ends, hold up\nGot a brand new coupe, uh\nThat's a brand new Benz, huh\nGot a brand new watch, uh\nSkeleton, hold up\n\nWhole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new 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What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\nIn love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\nIn love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\nI think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\nI know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\nI know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\nI been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\nFinna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\nShe don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\nBut she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\nI don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\nI don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\nI just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Whole Lotta Red V2\n  duration_ms: 183771\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? 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What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":25277366,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Unreleased (2019)","duration":183.5906,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\nIn love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\nIn love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\nI think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\nI know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\nI know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\nI been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\nFinna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\nShe don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\nBut she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\nI don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\nI don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\nI just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) 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What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Unreleased (2019)\n  duration_ms: 183591\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8340\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 8340\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  start_ms: 11750\n  end_ms: 15380\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 15380\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 21100\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 21100\n  end_ms: 22980\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  start_ms: 22980\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  start_ms: 27030\n  end_ms: 30160\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30160\n  end_ms: 31810\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n  start_ms: 31810\n  end_ms: 34470\n- text: Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  start_ms: 34470\n  end_ms: 36090\n- text: It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 36090\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 40480\n- text: I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 40480\n  end_ms: 43910\n- text: I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n  start_ms: 43910\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49940\n- text: I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n  start_ms: 49940\n  end_ms: 52560\n- text: I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n  start_ms: 52560\n  end_ms: 55180\n- text: I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n  start_ms: 55180\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60250\n- text: I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n  start_ms: 60250\n  end_ms: 63470\n- text: She my best friend (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 63470\n  end_ms: 65280\n- text: Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 65280\n  end_ms: 66190\n- text: She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 66190\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 70390\n- text: She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 70390\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 73330\n- text: She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 73330\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 83500\n- text: I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 83500\n  end_ms: 86070\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 86070\n  end_ms: 89440\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  start_ms: 89440\n  end_ms: 91870\n- text: Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  start_ms: 91870\n  end_ms: 93260\n- text: Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n  start_ms: 93260\n  end_ms: 96010\n- text: In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n  start_ms: 96010\n  end_ms: 97700\n- text: In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n  start_ms: 97700\n  end_ms: 98940\n- text: I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n  start_ms: 98940\n  end_ms: 100220\n- text: I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n  start_ms: 100220\n  end_ms: 102070\n- text: I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n  start_ms: 102070\n  end_ms: 103320\n- text: I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 103320\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 105950\n- text: She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n  start_ms: 105950\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114360\n- text: I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  start_ms: 114360\n  end_ms: 117270\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  start_ms: 117270\n  end_ms: 119330\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  start_ms: 119330\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) 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What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\n  Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  I brush my teeth and count up (what? 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":23670341,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Unreleased","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whole lotta red, uh\nWhole lotta red\nOne shot to the head (One shot to the head)\nNigga, you dead\nI don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga\nKill a nigga off red\nJust bought a new K\nThat's a brand new leg\nGot a brand new bitch\nThat's some brand new friends, huh\nGot a brand new bag, hold up\nAnd some brand new ends, hold up\nGot a brand new coupe, uh\nThat's a brand new Benz, huh\nGot a brand new watch, uh\nSkeleton, hold up (What?)\nBD, huh (What?)\nThat's a bust-down, huh\nShawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)\nShawty come 'round, huh (What?)\nShawty know (Uh)\nAin't a nigga I trust (Yeah)\nI hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)\nBullets, they rush (Yeah)\nI turned that ho to a slut (Ah)\nShawty gon' fuck (Ayy)\nWe pour that four in the stuff\nI 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What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\nWake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\nIt's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\nI brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\nI let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\nI'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\nPour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\nI make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\nI don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\nI drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\nCan't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\nI got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? 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And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\nI just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\nAnd shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\nI'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\nI'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\nI'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\nWhat? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] What? What? What? What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:32.34] I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n[02:34.60] What? What? What?\n[02:38.24] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[02:40.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeleton\n  artist: Playboi Carti\n  album: Whole Lotta Red V1\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What? What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? 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Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"},{"id":21846095,"name":"Skeleton","trackName":"Skeleton","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Bones","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? What? What? What?\nI'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\nI told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\nI'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\nI could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? 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What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\nShe my best friend (what? What?)\nYeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\nShe a rockstar (what? What? What?)\nShe a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\n\nThe way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\nShe make it look simple (what? What?)\nBaby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\nBaby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\nTell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\nI gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\nI gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\nCan't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\nYeah, in love with my money (what? 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What?\n[00:03.29] I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n[00:04.27] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n[00:06.53] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n[00:08.34] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:11.75] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n[00:15.38] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[00:17.96] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[00:21.10] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n[00:22.98] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n[00:27.03] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n[00:30.16] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n[00:31.81] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n[00:34.47] Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n[00:36.09] It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n[00:37.81] I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n[00:40.48] I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n[00:43.91] I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n[00:46.95] Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n[00:49.94] I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n[00:52.56] I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n[00:55.18] I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n[00:57.48] Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n[01:00.25] I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n[01:03.47] She my best friend (what? What?)\n[01:05.28] Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n[01:06.19] She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n[01:07.44] She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n[01:09.13] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:10.39] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:11.96] The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n[01:13.33] She make it look simple (what? What?)\n[01:15.08] Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n[01:17.73] Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n[01:20.66] Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n[01:23.50] I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n[01:26.07] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n[01:29.44] I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n[01:31.87] Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n[01:33.26] Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n[01:36.01] In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n[01:37.70] In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n[01:38.94] I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n[01:40.22] I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n[01:42.07] I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n[01:43.32] I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.64] Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n[01:45.95] She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n[01:47.64] But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n[01:48.99] I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n[01:50.90] I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n[01:52.09] I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n[01:54.36] I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n[01:57.27] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n[01:59.33] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n[02:01.25] And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n[02:03.84] I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n[02:04.82] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n[02:06.97] I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n[02:09.78] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n[02:12.71] I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n[02:15.55] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:18.30] I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n[02:21.27] I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n[02:23.37] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:26.48] I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n[02:29.58] I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) 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Let's go)\n  start_ms: 11750\n  end_ms: 15380\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 15380\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 21100\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 21100\n  end_ms: 22980\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  start_ms: 22980\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  start_ms: 27030\n  end_ms: 30160\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30160\n  end_ms: 31810\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n  start_ms: 31810\n  end_ms: 34470\n- text: Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  start_ms: 34470\n  end_ms: 36090\n- text: It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 36090\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 40480\n- text: I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 40480\n  end_ms: 43910\n- text: I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n  start_ms: 43910\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49940\n- text: I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n  start_ms: 49940\n  end_ms: 52560\n- text: I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n  start_ms: 52560\n  end_ms: 55180\n- text: I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n  start_ms: 55180\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60250\n- text: I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n  start_ms: 60250\n  end_ms: 63470\n- text: She my best friend (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 63470\n  end_ms: 65280\n- text: Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 65280\n  end_ms: 66190\n- text: She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 66190\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 70390\n- text: She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 70390\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 73330\n- text: She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 73330\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 83500\n- text: I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 83500\n  end_ms: 86070\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  start_ms: 86070\n  end_ms: 89440\n- text: I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  start_ms: 89440\n  end_ms: 91870\n- text: Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  start_ms: 91870\n  end_ms: 93260\n- text: Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n  start_ms: 93260\n  end_ms: 96010\n- text: In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n  start_ms: 96010\n  end_ms: 97700\n- text: In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n  start_ms: 97700\n  end_ms: 98940\n- text: I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n  start_ms: 98940\n  end_ms: 100220\n- text: I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n  start_ms: 100220\n  end_ms: 102070\n- text: I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n  start_ms: 102070\n  end_ms: 103320\n- text: I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 103320\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 105950\n- text: She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n  start_ms: 105950\n  end_ms: 107640\n- text: But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 107640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114360\n- text: I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  start_ms: 114360\n  end_ms: 117270\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  start_ms: 117270\n  end_ms: 119330\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  start_ms: 119330\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123840\n- text: I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n  start_ms: 123840\n  end_ms: 124820\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  start_ms: 124820\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 138300\n- text: I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n  start_ms: 138300\n  end_ms: 141270\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 141270\n  end_ms: 143370\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 143370\n  end_ms: 146480\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 146480\n  end_ms: 149580\n- text: I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  start_ms: 149580\n  end_ms: 152340\n- text: I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n  start_ms: 152340\n  end_ms: 154600\n- text: What? What? What?\n  start_ms: 154600\n  end_ms: 158240\n- text: I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n  start_ms: 158240\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 160110\nplain: |-\n  What? What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? Roll ten, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What? Roll ten)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(high) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa, whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa(yeah) whoa(yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) whoa (yeah) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa)\n\n  Wake up (wake up, wake up, whoa)\n  It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)\n  I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)\n  Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)\n  I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)\n  I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)\n  I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)\n\n  Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)\n  I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)\n  She my best friend (what? What?)\n  Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)\n  She a rockstar (what? What? What?)\n  She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)\n  The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  She make it look simple (what? What?)\n\n  The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)\n  She make it look simple (what? What?)\n  Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)\n  Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)\n  Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)\n\n  I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)\n  I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)\n  I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?)\n  Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)\n  Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)\n  In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)\n\n  In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)\n  I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)\n  I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)\n  I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)\n  I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)\n  She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)\n  But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)\n  I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)\n  I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)\n\n  I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, \"Good shit\" (slatt, what?)\n  I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')\n  And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)\n  I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)\n\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (alright, what?)\n  I told my boy, \"Go roll like ten blunts for me\" (what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? What?)\n  I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (whoa, what? What? Slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)\n  I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)\n\n  I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Whoa (blatt) whoa (yeah)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, whoa) whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Whoa, whoa, whoa (what?)\n  I'm way too high (what? What? What?)\n\n  What? What? What?\n  I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit\n"}]