[{"id":9785267,"name":"Scrubs","trackName":"Scrubs","artistName":"Pouya","albumName":"Underground Underdog","duration":190.0885260770975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch I been a scrub since day one\nScrub under the toilet till the pay comes\nPopping ten pills 'til the pain's numb\nI can feel all the hate from my day 1's\nClaiming the clique like they into it\nReally wishing I felt you my enemies\nI ain't parano hoe I'm just feeling it\nWhere in the fuck were you at my sentencing, with the sentences\nSee the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men\nFirst time offender to felon, he can't feel resentment from crimes I'm just putting in\nWork for the set that I'm reppin' it\nBut what happens when set start to caving in\nI pray to fuck don't get popped\nThey get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops\nI can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\nSo I'm still praying that the case get dropped\nAye yo Pouya, Yuh?\nI been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back, is it Satan or God?\nCould be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\nAll I really need is beats so Getter pass me the aux\nWrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top\nKick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\nMy verse snapping harder than the noose did\nSorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose legs\nFunny thing about the loser is how they say shit\nCatch me on the whip to the fanging i got them 2 strands\nDoe me no we come up no quali I got the dew shred\nCooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\nNo she wanna claim me, no repping, I got the rouge clip\nPimping hoes and no hard shinnings to get my crew fit\nKeep my mind preoccupied\nWork on myself\nCan't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\nI enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, block cop way back\nBlood stains dripping all around the face mask\nThrow it in the river now where your case at?\nDevil in my eyes telling me to face that\nI cannot comply to the feds laid back\nFucked up in the head and i bust in her legs\nSo sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed\nContemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?\nYou from the gutter, bitch I'm from the sewer side\nGot a lifetime in a hard drive\nA hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\nYuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the maximum maxipad pussy\nYou drippin' blood out of your ovaries\nTell your hoe please to get over me\nKnow it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\nFollow me, I can show you what you posed to be\nI ride my coat, never ride on no coattail\nHoes sell pussy on wholesale\nThe cops go low when you desperate\nThe cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace\nI got the block together with no tetris\nBump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\nKeep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, in case I gotta get my vengeance\nThe Lexapro, it can't help me","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.00] Bitch I been a scrub since day one\n[00:17.84] Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes\n[00:20.20] Popping ten pills 'til the pain's numb\n[00:21.98] I can feel all the hate from my day 1's\n[00:24.37] Claiming the clique like they into it\n[00:26.33] Really wishing I felt you my enemies\n[00:28.40] I ain't parano hoe I'm just feeling it\n[00:30.17] Where in the fuck were you at my sentencing, with the sentences\n[00:33.77] See the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men\n[00:37.66] First time offender to felon, he can't feel resentment from crimes I'm just putting in\n[00:41.86] Work for the set that I'm reppin' it\n[00:43.71] But what happens when set start to caving in\n[00:45.90] I pray to fuck don't get popped\n[00:48.19] They get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops\n[00:50.05] I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n[00:52.29] So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n[00:54.25] Aye yo Pouya, Yuh?\n[00:55.44] I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back, is it Satan or God?\n[00:58.63] Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n[01:00.60] All I really need is beats so Getter pass me the aux\n[01:02.63] Wrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top\n[01:04.81] Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n[01:07.79] My verse snapping harder than the noose did\n[01:09.74] Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose legs\n[01:11.67] Funny thing about the loser is how they say shit\n[01:13.82] Catch me on the whip to the fanging i got them 2 strands\n[01:15.68] Doe me no we come up no quali I got the dew shred\n[01:17.75] Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\n[01:19.89] No she wanna claim me, no repping, I got the rouge clip\n[01:22.12] Pimping hoes and no hard shinnings to get my crew fit\n[01:40.65] Keep my mind preoccupied\n[01:42.02] Work on myself\n[01:43.21] Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\n[01:46.25] I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, block cop way back\n[01:49.40] Blood stains dripping all around the face mask\n[01:51.34] Throw it in the river now where your case at?\n[01:53.64] Devil in my eyes telling me to face that\n[01:55.64] I cannot comply to the feds laid back\n[01:57.68] Fucked up in the head and i bust in her legs\n[01:59.88] So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed\n[02:01.81] Contemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?\n[02:05.41] You from the gutter, bitch I'm from the sewer side\n[02:07.52] Got a lifetime in a hard drive\n[02:09.95] A hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n[02:12.70] Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the maximum maxipad pussy\n[02:16.31] You drippin' blood out of your ovaries\n[02:18.42] Tell your hoe please to get over me\n[02:19.63] Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\n[02:22.84] Follow me, I can show you what you posed to be\n[02:25.41] I ride my coat, never ride on no coattail\n[02:27.64] Hoes sell pussy on wholesale\n[02:31.78] The cops go low when you desperate\n[02:33.18] The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace\n[02:35.47] I got the block together with no tetris\n[02:37.44] Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\n[02:40.24] Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, in case I gotta get my vengeance\n[02:46.37] The Lexapro, it can't help me","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scrubs\n  artist: Pouya\n  album: Underground Underdog\n  duration_ms: 190089\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch I been a scrub since day one\n  start_ms: 16000\n  end_ms: 17840\n- text: Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes\n  start_ms: 17840\n  end_ms: 20200\n- text: Popping ten pills 'til the pain's numb\n  start_ms: 20200\n  end_ms: 21980\n- text: I can feel all the hate from my day 1's\n  start_ms: 21980\n  end_ms: 24370\n- text: Claiming the clique like they into 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Bitch I been a scrub since day one\n  Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes\n  Popping ten pills 'til the pain's numb\n  I can feel all the hate from my day 1's\n  Claiming the clique like they into it\n  Really wishing I felt you my enemies\n  I ain't parano hoe I'm just feeling it\n  Where in the fuck were you at my sentencing, with the sentences\n  See the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men\n  First time offender to felon, he can't feel resentment from crimes I'm just putting in\n  Work for the set that I'm reppin' it\n  But what happens when set start to caving in\n  I pray to fuck don't get popped\n  They get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops\n  I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n  So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n  Aye yo Pouya, Yuh?\n  I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back, is it Satan or God?\n  Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n  All I really need is beats so Getter pass me the aux\n  Wrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top\n  Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n  My verse snapping harder than the noose did\n  Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose legs\n  Funny thing about the loser is how they say shit\n  Catch me on the whip to the fanging i got them 2 strands\n  Doe me no we come up no quali I got the dew shred\n  Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\n  No she wanna claim me, no repping, I got the rouge clip\n  Pimping hoes and no hard shinnings to get my crew fit\n  Keep my mind preoccupied\n  Work on myself\n  Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\n  I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, block cop way back\n  Blood stains dripping all around the face mask\n  Throw it in the river now where your case at?\n  Devil in my eyes telling me to face that\n  I cannot comply to the feds laid back\n  Fucked up in the head and i bust in her legs\n  So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed\n  Contemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?\n  You from the gutter, bitch I'm from the sewer side\n  Got a lifetime in a hard drive\n  A hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n  Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the maximum maxipad pussy\n  You drippin' blood out of your ovaries\n  Tell your hoe please to get over me\n  Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\n  Follow me, I can show you what you posed to be\n  I ride my coat, never ride on no coattail\n  Hoes sell pussy on wholesale\n  The cops go low when you desperate\n  The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace\n  I got the block together with no tetris\n  Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\n  Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, in case I gotta get my vengeance\n  The Lexapro, it can't help 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a lot, but I don't know who's talking back, is it Satan or God?\nCould be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\nAll I really need is beats so Getter pass me the aux\nWrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top\nKick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\nMy verse snapping harder than the noose did\nSorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose legs\nFunny thing about the loser is how they say shit\nCatch me on the whip to the fanging i got them 2 strands\nDoe me no we come up no quali I got the dew shred\nCooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\nNo she wanna claim me, no repping, I got the rouge clip\nPimping hoes and no hard shinnings to get my crew fit\nKeep my mind preoccupied\nWork on myself\nCan't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\nI enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, block cop way back\nBlood stains dripping all around the face mask\nThrow it in the river now where your case at?\nDevil in my eyes telling me to face that\nI cannot comply to the feds laid back\nFucked up in the head and i bust in her legs\nSo sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed\nContemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?\nYou from the gutter, bitch I'm from the sewer side\nGot a lifetime in a hard drive\nA hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\nYuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the maximum maxipad pussy\nYou drippin' blood out of your ovaries\nTell your hoe please to get over me\nKnow it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\nFollow me, I can show you what you posed to be\nI ride my coat, never ride on no coattail\nHoes sell pussy on wholesale\nThe cops go low when you desperate\nThe cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace\nI got the block together with no tetris\nBump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\nKeep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, in case I gotta get my vengeance\nThe Lexapro, it can't help me","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.00] Bitch I been a scrub since day one\n[00:17.84] Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes\n[00:20.20] Popping ten pills 'til the pain's numb\n[00:21.98] I can feel all the hate from my day 1's\n[00:24.37] Claiming the clique like they into it\n[00:26.33] Really wishing I felt you my enemies\n[00:28.40] I ain't parano hoe I'm just feeling it\n[00:30.17] Where in the fuck were you at my sentencing, with the sentences\n[00:33.77] See the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men\n[00:37.66] First time offender to felon, he can't feel resentment from crimes I'm just putting in\n[00:41.86] Work for the set that I'm reppin' it\n[00:43.71] But what happens when set start to caving in\n[00:45.90] I pray to fuck don't get popped\n[00:48.19] They get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops\n[00:50.05] I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n[00:52.29] So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n[00:54.25] Aye yo Pouya, Yuh?\n[00:55.44] I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back, is it Satan or God?\n[00:58.63] Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n[01:00.60] All I really need is beats so Getter pass me the aux\n[01:02.63] Wrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top\n[01:04.81] Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n[01:07.79] My verse snapping harder than the noose did\n[01:09.74] Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose legs\n[01:11.67] Funny thing about the loser is how they say shit\n[01:13.82] Catch me on the whip to the fanging i got them 2 strands\n[01:15.68] Doe me no we come up no quali I got the dew shred\n[01:17.75] Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\n[01:19.89] No she wanna claim me, no repping, I got the rouge clip\n[01:22.12] Pimping hoes and no hard shinnings to get my crew fit\n[01:40.65] Keep my mind preoccupied\n[01:42.02] Work on myself\n[01:43.21] Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\n[01:46.25] I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, block cop way back\n[01:49.40] Blood stains dripping all around the face mask\n[01:51.34] Throw it in the river now where your case at?\n[01:53.64] Devil in my eyes telling me to face that\n[01:55.64] I cannot comply to the feds laid back\n[01:57.68] Fucked up in the head and i bust in her legs\n[01:59.88] So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed\n[02:01.81] Contemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?\n[02:05.41] You from the gutter, bitch I'm from the sewer side\n[02:07.52] Got a lifetime in a hard drive\n[02:09.95] A hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n[02:12.70] Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the maximum maxipad pussy\n[02:16.31] You drippin' blood out of your ovaries\n[02:18.42] Tell your hoe please to get over me\n[02:19.63] Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\n[02:22.84] Follow me, I can show you what you posed to be\n[02:25.41] I ride my coat, never ride on no coattail\n[02:27.64] Hoes sell pussy on wholesale\n[02:31.78] The cops go low when you desperate\n[02:33.18] The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace\n[02:35.47] I got the block together with no tetris\n[02:37.44] Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\n[02:40.24] Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, in case I gotta get my vengeance\n[02:46.37] The Lexapro, it can't help me","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scrubs\n  artist: Pouya\n  album: Underground Underdog\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch I been a scrub since day one\n  start_ms: 16000\n  end_ms: 17840\n- text: Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes\n  start_ms: 17840\n  end_ms: 20200\n- text: Popping ten pills 'til the pain's numb\n  start_ms: 20200\n  end_ms: 21980\n- text: I can feel all the hate from my day 1's\n  start_ms: 21980\n  end_ms: 24370\n- text: Claiming the clique like they into 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resentment for crimes\n  I'm just puttin' in work for the set that I'm reppin' in\n  But what happens when sets start to cavin' in?\n  I pray the fuck boy don't get popped\n  They get picked up, picked on 'til they speak to the cops\n\n  I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n  So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n  Ayo, Pouya (yuh)\n  I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back\n  Is it Satan or God?\n  Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n  All I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\n  Wrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\n  Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n\n  My verse snappin' harder than a noose did\n  Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips\n  Funny thing about loose lips is how they shake, shake\n  Catch me on the Western and Franklin I got the deuce lit\n  Doublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red\n  Cooling at the crib 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Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\n  Follow me, I can show you what you 'posed to be\n  I run my coat, never ride on no coattail\n  Hoes sell pussy on wholesale (yuh, yuh, yuh)\n\n  The cops go low when you desperate\n  The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo' necklace\n  I got the block together with no Tetris\n  Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\n  Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis\n  In case I gotta get my vengeance, yuh\n  The Lexapro, it can't help me\n"},{"id":6165417,"name":"Scrubs (feat. 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who's talking back\nIs it Satan or God?\nCould be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\nAll I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\nWrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\nKick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n\nMy verse snappin' harder than a noose did\nSorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips\nFunny thing about loose lips is how they shake, shake\nCatch me on the Western and Franklin I got the deuce lit\nDoublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red\nCooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\nNo shame when I claim it or rep it, I got a rude clip\nPimping hoes and no hoe, I'm shameless to get my crew fed\n\nYuh, ayy, yuh\nKeep my mind preoccupied\nWork on myself\nCan't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\nI enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back\nBlood stains dripping all around the face mask\nThrow it in the river now where your case at?\nDevil in my eyes telling me to face that\nI cannot comply to the feds laid back\n\nFucked up in the head and I bust in her legs\nSo sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed (bitch)\nContemplating the suicide, thinking like, \"Who am I?\"\nYou from the gutter, bitch, I'm from the sewer side\nGot a lifetime in a hard drive\nA hundred racks, and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n\nYuh, yuh, yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy\nYou drippin' blood out of your ovaries\nTell your hoe please to get over me\nKnow it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\nFollow me, I can show you what you 'posed to be\nI run my coat, never ride on no coattail\nHoes sell pussy on wholesale (yuh, yuh, yuh)\n\nThe cops go low when you desperate\nThe cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo' necklace\nI got the block together with no Tetris\nBump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\nKeep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis\nIn case I gotta get 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like they into it\n  Really wishing I fail, you my enemies\n  I ain't pay for no hoe, I'm just feeling it\n  Where in the fuck were you at at my sentencing?\n\n  \"What the sentence is?\" said the judge as he sentenced me\n  To the pen where he 'ready sent many men\n  First time offender to felony, can't feel resentment for crimes\n  I'm just puttin' in work for the set that I'm reppin' in\n  But what happens when sets start to cavin' in?\n  I pray the fuck boy don't get popped\n  They get picked up, picked on 'til they speak to the cops\n\n  I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n  So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n  Ayo, Pouya (yuh)\n  I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back\n  Is it Satan or God?\n  Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n  All I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\n  Wrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\n  Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, 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back\nIs it Satan or God?\nCould be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\nAll I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\nWrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\nKick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n\nMy verse snappin' harder than a noose did\nSorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips\nFunny thing about loose lips is how they shake, shake\nCatch me on the Western and Franklin I got the deuce lit\nDoublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red\nCooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\nNo shame when I claim it or rep it, I got a rude clip\nPimping hoes and no hoe, I'm shameless to get my crew fed\n\nYuh, ayy, yuh\nKeep my mind preoccupied\nWork on myself\nCan't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\nI enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back\nBlood stains dripping all around the face mask\nThrow it in the river now where your case at?\nDevil in my eyes telling me to face that\nI cannot comply to the feds laid back\n\nFucked up in the head and I bust in her legs\nSo sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed (bitch)\nContemplating the suicide, thinking like, \"Who am I?\"\nYou from the gutter, bitch, I'm from the sewer side\nGot a lifetime in a hard drive\nA hundred racks, and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n\nYuh, yuh, yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy\nYou drippin' blood out of your ovaries\nTell your hoe please to get over me\nKnow it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\nFollow me, I can show you what you 'posed to be\nI run my coat, never ride on no coattail\nHoes sell pussy on wholesale (yuh, yuh, yuh)\n\nThe cops go low when you desperate\nThe cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo' necklace\nI got the block together with no Tetris\nBump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\nKeep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis\nIn case I gotta get my vengeance, 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fed\n[01:39.03] Yuh, ayy, yuh\n[01:40.87] Keep my mind preoccupied\n[01:42.76] Work on myself\n[01:43.76] Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\n[01:46.91] I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back\n[01:50.44] Blood stains dripping all around the face mask\n[01:52.02] Throw it in the river now where your case at?\n[01:53.97] Devil in my eyes telling me to face that\n[01:56.31] I cannot comply to the feds laid back\n[01:58.45] Fucked up in the head and I bust in her legs\n[02:00.38] So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed (bitch)\n[02:03.83] Contemplating the suicide, thinking like, \"Who am I?\"\n[02:06.29] You from the gutter, bitch, I'm from the sewer side\n[02:08.66] Got a lifetime in a hard drive\n[02:10.36] A hundred racks, and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n[02:13.92] Yuh, yuh, yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy\n[02:17.28] You drippin' blood out of your ovaries\n[02:19.07] Tell your hoe please to get over me\n[02:20.49] Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\n[02:24.21] Follow me, I can show you what you 'posed to be\n[02:26.50] I run my coat, never ride on no coattail\n[02:28.93] Hoes sell pussy on wholesale (yuh, yuh, yuh)\n[02:32.59] The cops go low when you desperate\n[02:34.36] The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo' necklace\n[02:36.62] I got the block together with no Tetris\n[02:38.53] Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\n[02:41.75] Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis\n[02:43.50] In case I gotta get my vengeance, yuh\n[02:47.61] The Lexapro, it can't help me\n[02:50.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scrubs\n  artist: Pouya feat. 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it\n  Really wishing I fail, you my enemies\n  I ain't pay for no hoe, I'm just feeling it\n  Where in the fuck were you at at my sentencing?\n\n  \"What the sentence is?\" said the judge as he sentenced me\n  To the pen where he 'ready sent many men\n  First time offender to felony, can't feel resentment for crimes\n  I'm just puttin' in work for the set that I'm reppin' in\n  But what happens when sets start to cavin' in?\n  I pray the fuck boy don't get popped\n  They get picked up, picked on 'til they speak to the cops\n\n  I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n  So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n  Ayo, Pouya (yuh)\n  I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back\n  Is it Satan or God?\n  Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n  All I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\n  Wrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\n  Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n\n  My 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don't know who's talking back\nIs it Satan or God?\nCould be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\nAll I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\nWrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\nKick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n\nMy verse snappin' harder than a noose did\nSorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips\nFunny thing about loose lips is how they shake, shake\nCatch me on the Western and Franklin I got the deuce lit\nDoublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red\nCooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\nNo shame when I claim it or rep it, I got a rude clip\nPimping hoes and no hoe, I'm shameless to get my crew fed\n\nYuh, ayy, yuh\nKeep my mind preoccupied\nWork on myself\nCan't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\nI enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back\nBlood stains dripping all around the face mask\nThrow it in the river now where your case at?\nDevil in my eyes telling me to face that\nI cannot comply to the feds laid back\n\nFucked up in the head and I bust in her legs\nSo sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed (bitch)\nContemplating the suicide, thinking like, \"Who am I?\"\nYou from the gutter, bitch, I'm from the sewer side\nGot a lifetime in a hard drive\nA hundred racks, and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n\nYuh, yuh, yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy\nYou drippin' blood out of your ovaries\nTell your hoe please to get over me\nKnow it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\nFollow me, I can show you what you 'posed to be\nI run my coat, never ride on no coattail\nHoes sell pussy on wholesale (yuh, yuh, yuh)\n\nThe cops go low when you desperate\nThe cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo' necklace\nI got the block together with no Tetris\nBump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\nKeep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis\nIn case I 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it\n  Really wishing I fail, you my enemies\n  I ain't pay for no hoe, I'm just feeling it\n  Where in the fuck were you at at my sentencing?\n\n  \"What the sentence is?\" said the judge as he sentenced me\n  To the pen where he 'ready sent many men\n  First time offender to felony, can't feel resentment for crimes\n  I'm just puttin' in work for the set that I'm reppin' in\n  But what happens when sets start to cavin' in?\n  I pray the fuck boy don't get popped\n  They get picked up, picked on 'til they speak to the cops\n\n  I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot\n  So I'm still praying that the case get dropped\n  Ayo, Pouya (yuh)\n  I been praying a lot, but I don't know who's talking back\n  Is it Satan or God?\n  Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox\n  All I really need is beats, so Getter pass me the aux\n  Wrap the cable around my neck, and then I stand up on top\n  Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn\n\n  My verse snappin' harder than a noose did\n  Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips\n  Funny thing about loose lips is how they shake, shake\n  Catch me on the Western and Franklin I got the deuce lit\n  Doublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red\n  Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with\n  No shame when I claim it or rep it, I got a rude clip\n  Pimping hoes and no hoe, I'm shameless to get my crew fed\n\n  Yuh, ayy, yuh\n  Keep my mind preoccupied\n  Work on myself\n  Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me\n  I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back\n  Blood stains dripping all around the face mask\n  Throw it in the river now where your case at?\n  Devil in my eyes telling me to face that\n  I cannot comply to the feds laid back\n\n  Fucked up in the head and I bust in her legs\n  So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed (bitch)\n  Contemplating the suicide, thinking like, \"Who am I?\"\n  You from the gutter, bitch, I'm from the sewer side\n  Got a lifetime in a hard drive\n  A hundred racks, and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum\n\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy\n  You drippin' blood out of your ovaries\n  Tell your hoe please to get over me\n  Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me\n  Follow me, I can show you what you 'posed to be\n  I run my coat, never ride on no coattail\n  Hoes sell pussy on wholesale (yuh, yuh, yuh)\n\n  The cops go low when you desperate\n  The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo' necklace\n  I got the block together with no Tetris\n  Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless\n  Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis\n  In case I gotta get my vengeance, yuh\n  The Lexapro, it can't help me\n"}]