[{"id":7248958,"name":"Purple Rain","trackName":"Purple Rain","artistName":"Potter Payper","albumName":"Training Day","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Had to question everything I stand for\nStill purple rain and maintaining through the downpour\nCold night sleeping on the ground floor\nI'on hate my father I just wish he was around more\n\nNanny came on a visit and she just broke down\nShe says she looks at me as if I was her own child\nAnd only I can choose the road I'm gonna go down\nSo I know I'm on my own when it goes down\n\nBut sometimes I can't cope G I can't lie\nCah from young I been addicted to this fast life\nLike I swear we were so high last night\nAnd we didn't make it home 'til like half five\n\nAnd this is real shit this ain't just the weed talking\nEvery time I get away I hear a fiend calling\nI spend money I ain't got like a remortgage\nI ain't slept for days feeling like I'm sleepwalking\n\nWhen I'm just tryna dodge another sentence\nStan Tookie Williams I'm just looking for redemption\nHoodrat bitches holla looking for attention\nSnakes hissing in the distance and I can sense 'em\n\nFake man wanna smile, say they're down to ride\nOn the low I know the same man wanna fuck my wife\nIn the hood there ain't nothing but some fucking sluts and liars\nBut I'll clutch and rise it you could get touched I'm riding\n\nLooking for a Judas 44's, tre 8's, dottys and some Rugers\nOT grow yard ciggies and some jewelers\nLiving for today like we ain't got no futures\nAnd I don't really wanna change\n\nSeen so much shit, some shit I don't even wanna say\n'99, they said my mummy went on holiday\nI found out that my mummy was in Holloway\nBut home is where the heart is, so I'm loving where I live\n\nAnd I know most man never struggled like I did\nI was coming home hungry weren't nothing in the fridge\nSo I had to hit the road like something's gotta give\n'05, me and Dizz hitting kitties outta Holborn\n\nChicks couldn't grasp why I wouldn't show emotion\nHad to tell that bitch, chill, I live among some vultures\nAnd a home ain't a home when your homes broken\nAnd a home ain't a home when your homes broken\n\nAnd then it gets harder\nFeltham, Chelmsford, Aylesbury, Parva\nAnd I got some youts that need looking after\nTwo little girls that will never know their father\n\n'Cause daddy was a criminal, mummy couldn't cope\nSo daddy went jail, left mummy on her own\nI was talking to the mandem they're like when you coming home?\nJust keep rapping it could happen trust me you can blow\n\nI gotta trap cah it's the only life I know\nAnd my nanny's always telling me as if I don't know\nAnd now I heard it's action what defines the man\nBlowing macaroni got me thinking 'bout this life I've had\n\nAnd I'm just thinking 'bout this life I live\nAs I'm getting older had to question would I die for this?\nMan are riding life in bin (la-la-la-la)\nShit the case is in the Old Bailey\n\nSeparated mice from men, from young I learnt don't talk\nYou know the game, you get caught that's your own fault\nDid my first sentence as a baby boy\nBorn in the 90s, fucking with them 80s boys\n\nOlders put me on road, back when it was all love\nRoad taught me everything, teacher never taught us\nRoad taught me everything, teacher never taught us\nBut don't front like roads something that you're built for\n'Cause you could die for something you wouldn't kill for\n\nMad years behind that steel door\nMad years on my strip mummy's still poor\nWait there's still more I'm trapping 24's G\nUp and down in and out 'til I got sore feet\n\n'04 to '06 I never saw sleep\nRaw B had me counting bags at 14\n'07, I left the crown court free\nBack and forth on Feltham for like four weeks\n\n'08, I was back behind that door G\nFirearms charge I rid the whole four peak\nBut I rid that, the life you dickheads rap about I live that\nPebble down a big batch\n\nG-star pack and told him flip that\nI told him take three and bring six back\nAnd T's been gone for a minute now I miss akh\nAnd I miss C and I miss whites\n\nOn my kids' life, every day I risk mine\nI'm just tryna live right shit I gotta do wrong\nCouldn't see you walking two steps with my shoes on\nRatchet always told me re-up before your foods gone\n\nRatchet always told me re-up before your foods gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.81] Had to question everything I stand for\n[00:12.02] Still purple rain and maintaining through the downpour\n[00:15.79] Cold night sleeping on the ground floor\n[00:18.58] I'on hate my father I just wish he was around more\n[00:21.15] Nanny came on a visit and she just broke down\n[00:24.24] She says she looks at me as if I was her own child\n[00:26.91] And only I can choose the road I'm gonna go down\n[00:29.85] So I know I'm on my own when it goes down\n[00:33.10] But sometimes I can't cope G I can't lie\n[00:36.19] Cah from young I been addicted to this fast life\n[00:39.17] Like I swear we were so high last night\n[00:42.38] And we didn't make it home 'til like half five\n[00:45.34] And this is real shit this ain't just the weed talking\n[00:48.38] Every time I get away I hear a fiend calling\n[00:51.32] I spend money I ain't got like a remortgage\n[00:54.05] I ain't slept for days feeling like I'm sleepwalking\n[00:57.06] When I'm just tryna dodge another sentence\n[00:59.71] Stan Tookie Williams I'm just looking for redemption\n[01:02.75] Hoodrat bitches holla looking for attention\n[01:05.55] Snakes hissing in the distance and I can sense 'em\n[01:08.53] Fake man wanna smile, say they're down to ride\n[01:11.78] On the low I know the same man wanna fuck my wife\n[01:14.74] In the hood there ain't nothing but some fucking sluts and liars\n[01:17.80] But I'll clutch and rise it you could get touched I'm riding\n[01:20.42] Looking for a Judas 44's, tre 8's, dottys and some Rugers\n[01:25.04] OT grow yard ciggies and some jewelers\n[01:28.38] Living for today like we ain't got no futures\n[01:31.15] And I don't really wanna change\n[01:32.73] Seen so much shit, some shit I don't even wanna say\n[01:35.73] '99, they said my mummy went on holiday\n[01:38.78] I found out that my mummy was in Holloway\n[01:41.75] But home is where the heart is, so I'm loving where I live\n[01:44.55] And I know most man never struggled like I did\n[01:47.47] I was coming home hungry weren't nothing in the fridge\n[01:50.42] So I had to hit the road like something's gotta give\n[01:53.41] '05, me and Dizz hitting kitties outta Holborn\n[01:56.61] Chicks couldn't grasp why I wouldn't show emotion\n[01:59.44] Had to tell that bitch, chill, I live among some vultures\n[02:02.36] And a home ain't a home when your homes broken\n[02:05.32] And a home ain't a home when your homes broken\n[02:09.32] And then it gets harder\n[02:11.23] Feltham, Chelmsford, Aylesbury, Parva\n[02:14.21] And I got some youts that need looking after\n[02:16.97] Two little girls that will never know their father\n[02:20.23] 'Cause daddy 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akh\nAnd I miss C and I miss whites\n\nOn my kids' life, every day I risk mine\nI'm just tryna live right shit I gotta do wrong\nCouldn't see you walking two steps with my shoes on\nRatchet always told me re-up before your foods gone\n\nRatchet always told me re-up before your foods gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.81] Had to question everything I stand for\n[00:12.02] Still purple rain and maintaining through the downpour\n[00:15.79] Cold night sleeping on the ground floor\n[00:18.58] I'on hate my father I just wish he was around more\n[00:21.15] Nanny came on a visit and she just broke down\n[00:24.24] She says she looks at me as if I was her own child\n[00:26.91] And only I can choose the road I'm gonna go down\n[00:29.85] So I know I'm on my own when it goes down\n[00:33.10] But sometimes I can't cope G I can't lie\n[00:36.19] Cah from young I been addicted to this fast life\n[00:39.17] Like I swear we were so high last night\n[00:42.38] And we didn't make it home 'til like half 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