[{"id":34069316,"name":"I Don’t Trust You!","trackName":"I Don’t Trust You!","artistName":"Reason","albumName":"Porches","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nDays feel short, long road, night trips\nWe was workin' hard, nine to five by the day\nTop caught up, whole life got flipped\nHad good times with some women that I loved\n\nMoved fast, but I loved what was spent\nLast time shawty hit my line, she was salty\nCame to the city, so I put her at the Ritz\n\nFeel like I'm the next man up\nCity on my shoulder right next to the chip\nMoney still blue like I got it from a Crip\nYear been good like I got it from a blimp\nI remember when you turned me down for\nA nigga with some money and a chain\nCan't blame one bit\nMoney make 'em come, then the money make 'em go\nSave me the feelings and the time would've spent\n\nPay got a nice deal\nSpent bands on a chain, that's a light bill\nPulled up to the city for a light thrill\n\nMove, but it gotta have the right feel\nI be movin' 'round like I'm normal\nNiggas call like they did somethin' for me\nWasn't homies, but it's love, we was cordial\n\nNiggas change like oil\nPressure on, handle that with the posse\nPressure hit a nigga, turn to Takashi\nCrucifixion to some niggas cross me, wait\nWhy you talkin' like we partners? Wait\n\nI do business with the bosses\nBusiness meetings over Veuve and fresh calamari\nLessons, God put 'em on me\nI done wondered if the shit wasn't for me, real shit\nLife hard, lost homies, I was real sick\nKept pushin', that's shit you gotta deal with\nFast food, I'm tryna get a meal quick\nFast food, I'm tryna get a meal quick\n\nLook, I came from nothin'\n\nSo everything that I'm given, I love it\n\nI remember sellin' sacks to the public\n\nNow I'm in sacks and it's barely a budget, it's Reese\n\nI don't trust you\nOne thing on my mind and it's a feelin' so true\nKeep you on my line, I can't pretend I love you\nYou brought me out of the mud, you\nAlways on my line and it's a feelin', feelin'\n\nFeelin' complacent, I been wastin' and my waitin' too long\nI mean, let's face it, now that I made it, I been way too calm\nIt's been portraits and autographs, last year was Mardi Gras\nAnxious, I been patient, but you takin' too long\nI need myself to catch up to who I've become\nNo teacups or belly dancers to entertain my demons and\nI need more space and more grace from like everyone and\n\nI need myself to catch up, catch\n\nI don't trust you\nOne thing on my mind and it's a feelin' so true\nKeep you on my line, I can't pretend I love you\nYou brought me out of the mud, you\nAlways on my line and it's a feelin', feelin'\n\nThey wanna talk, but they call me ignorant, motherfucker\nI be ignorant, I be ignorant\nEvery day you wake up worried about some shit\nI ain't got shit to worry about 'cause I don't know a goddamn thing\nPolice come 'round askin', \"Who did this, get did what?\"\nThat's how the motherfuckers caught up\n\nTalkin' a goddamn bunch of shit\nShut the fuck up\nYou know you think you know, you think you know\nYou think you know and then think you do\nDifferent things, you dumb motherfucker\nI don't think about nobody, so I don't know shit\nIgnorance livin', I find my peace in forgettin'\n\nFocus on all that I got, forget about times when we didn't\nKnow any second we could lose what's\nOurs, so I never waste single minutes\nThem tough times stuck in my hands\nNo wonder my brain always tickin'\nReminiscin', mama made my sandwich with the chips in the center\n\nRemind me so much of a heart, I swear the best part is in the middle\nNow I question life if I'm doin' it right\nIronic, make livin' off riddles\nWork hard, I can't play second fiddle\nNo, I cannot play second fiddle\n\nI told my demons, \"I can't hold you\"\nRegrets and pride gon' turn you to the old you\nYou can't let that ignorant shit mold you\nI can't chase my dreams like I'm supposed to\nI can't shake that shit when I\nNo matter where the shit name goes to, nigga\nNo matter where the fame goes to, nigga\nNo matter how that shit chain glows to, nigga\nNo matter if I push a Range Rove to","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.06] Yeah\n[00:17.31] Days feel short, long road, night trips\n[00:19.27] We was workin' hard, nine to five by the day\n[00:21.23] Top caught up, whole life got flipped\n[00:23.18] Had good times with some women that I loved\n[00:25.21] Moved fast, but I loved what was spent\n[00:26.94] Last time shawty hit my line, she was salty\n[00:28.82] Came to the city, so I put her at the Ritz\n[00:31.21] Feel like I'm the next man up\n[00:32.76] City on my shoulder right next to the chip\n[00:34.67] Money still blue like I got it from a Crip\n[00:36.55] Year been good like I got it from a blimp\n[00:38.51] I remember when you turned me down for\n[00:39.87] A nigga with some money and a chain\n[00:41.12] Can't blame one bit\n[00:42.39] Money make 'em come, then the money make 'em go\n[00:44.23] Save me the feelings and the time would've spent\n[00:47.12] Pay got a nice deal\n[00:48.17] Spent bands on a chain, that's a light bill\n[00:50.29] Pulled up to the city for a light thrill\n[00:52.40] Move, but it gotta have the right feel\n[00:54.31] I be movin' 'round like I'm normal\n[00:55.72] Niggas call like they did somethin' for me\n[00:57.92] Wasn't homies, but it's love, we was cordial\n[01:00.00] Niggas change like oil\n[01:01.09] Pressure on, handle that with the posse\n[01:02.96] Pressure hit a nigga, turn to Takashi\n[01:04.87] Crucifixion to some niggas cross me, wait\n[01:07.24] Why you talkin' like we partners? Wait\n[01:09.21] I do business with the bosses\n[01:10.58] Business meetings over Veuve and fresh calamari\n[01:13.01] Lessons, God put 'em on me\n[01:14.42] I done wondered if the shit wasn't for me, real shit\n[01:17.05] Life hard, lost homies, I was real sick\n[01:19.04] Kept pushin', that's shit you gotta deal with\n[01:20.91] Fast food, I'm tryna get a meal quick\n[01:22.85] Fast food, I'm tryna get a meal quick\n[01:24.88] Look, I came from nothin'\n[01:25.83] So everything that I'm given, I love it\n[01:28.06] I remember sellin' sacks to the public\n[01:29.85] Now I'm in sacks and it's barely a budget, it's Reese\n[01:32.39] I don't trust you\n[01:34.12] One thing on my mind and it's a feelin' so true\n[01:38.06] Keep you on my line, I can't pretend I love you\n[01:41.87] You brought me out of the mud, you\n[01:43.85] Always on my line and it's a feelin', feelin'\n[01:47.96] Feelin' complacent, I been wastin' and my waitin' too long\n[01:51.90] I mean, let's face it, now that I made it, I been way too calm\n[01:55.87] It's been portraits and autographs, last year was Mardi Gras\n[02:00.03] Anxious, I been patient, but you takin' too long\n[02:03.30] I need myself to catch up to who I've become\n[02:06.37] No teacups or belly dancers to entertain my demons and\n[02:10.85] I need more space and more grace from like everyone and\n[02:14.72] I need myself to catch up, catch\n[02:18.40] I don't trust you\n[02:20.25] One thing on my mind and it's a feelin' so true\n[02:24.12] Keep you on my line, I can't pretend I love you\n[02:27.98] You brought me out of the mud, you\n[02:29.81] Always on my line and it's a feelin', feelin'\n[02:35.76] They wanna talk, but they call me ignorant, motherfucker\n[02:37.98] I be ignorant, I be ignorant\n[02:40.59] Every day you wake up worried about some shit\n[02:44.57] I ain't got shit to worry about 'cause I don't know a goddamn thing\n[02:48.00] Police come 'round askin', \"Who did this, get did what?\"\n[02:50.43] That's how the motherfuckers caught up\n[02:52.41] Talkin' a goddamn bunch of shit\n[02:54.41] Shut the fuck up\n[02:56.18] You know you think you know, you think you know\n[02:58.30] You think you know and then think you do\n[02:59.85] Different things, you dumb motherfucker\n[03:01.55] I don't think about nobody, so I don't know shit\n[03:04.45] Ignorance livin', I find my peace in forgettin'\n[03:07.75] Focus on all that I got, forget about times when we didn't\n[03:11.38] Know any second we could lose what's\n[03:13.02] Ours, so I never waste single minutes\n[03:15.12] Them tough times stuck in my hands\n[03:17.13] No wonder my brain always tickin'\n[03:18.78] Reminiscin', mama made my sandwich with the chips in the center\n[03:22.03] Remind me so much of a heart, I swear the best part is in the middle\n[03:25.80] Now I question life if I'm doin' it right\n[03:27.72] Ironic, make livin' off riddles\n[03:29.63] Work hard, I can't play second fiddle\n[03:31.58] No, I cannot play second fiddle\n[03:33.57] I told my demons, \"I can't hold you\"\n[03:36.85] Regrets and pride gon' turn you to the old you\n[03:40.99] You can't let that ignorant shit mold you\n[03:44.73] I can't chase my dreams like I'm supposed to\n[03:48.67] I can't shake that shit when I\n[03:52.16] No matter where the shit name goes to, nigga\n[03:55.95] No matter where the fame goes to, nigga\n[03:59.83] No matter how that shit chain glows to, nigga\n[04:03.65] No matter if I push a Range Rove to\n[05:14.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Don’t Trust You!\n  artist: Reason\n  album: Porches\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 15060\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: Days feel short, long road, night trips\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: We was workin' hard, nine to five by the day\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 21230\n- text: Top caught up, whole life got flipped\n  start_ms: 21230\n  end_ms: 23180\n- text: Had good times with some 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Regrets and pride gon' turn you to the old you\n  start_ms: 216850\n  end_ms: 220990\n- text: You can't let that ignorant shit mold you\n  start_ms: 220990\n  end_ms: 224730\n- text: I can't chase my dreams like I'm supposed to\n  start_ms: 224730\n  end_ms: 228670\n- text: I can't shake that shit when I\n  start_ms: 228670\n  end_ms: 232160\n- text: No matter where the shit name goes to, nigga\n  start_ms: 232160\n  end_ms: 235950\n- text: No matter where the fame goes to, nigga\n  start_ms: 235950\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: No matter how that shit chain glows to, nigga\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243650\n- text: No matter if I push a Range Rove to\n  start_ms: 243650\n  end_ms: 314840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 314840\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Days feel short, long road, night trips\n  We was workin' hard, nine to five by the day\n  Top caught up, whole life got flipped\n  Had good times with some women that I loved\n\n  Moved fast, but I loved what was spent\n  Last time shawty hit my line, she was salty\n  Came to the city, so I put her at the Ritz\n\n  Feel like I'm the next man up\n  City on my shoulder right next to the chip\n  Money still blue like I got it from a Crip\n  Year been good like I got it from a blimp\n  I remember when you turned me down for\n  A nigga with some money and a chain\n  Can't blame one bit\n  Money make 'em come, then the money make 'em go\n  Save me the feelings and the time would've spent\n\n  Pay got a nice deal\n  Spent bands on a chain, that's a light bill\n  Pulled up to the city for a light thrill\n\n  Move, but it gotta have the right feel\n  I be movin' 'round like I'm normal\n  Niggas call like they did somethin' for me\n  Wasn't homies, but it's love, we was cordial\n\n  Niggas change like oil\n  Pressure on, handle that with the posse\n  Pressure hit a nigga, turn to Takashi\n  Crucifixion to some niggas cross me, wait\n  Why you talkin' like we partners? Wait\n\n  I do business with the bosses\n  Business meetings over Veuve and fresh calamari\n  Lessons, God put 'em on me\n  I done wondered if the shit wasn't for me, real shit\n  Life hard, lost homies, I was real sick\n  Kept pushin', that's shit you gotta deal with\n  Fast food, I'm tryna get a meal quick\n  Fast food, I'm tryna get a meal quick\n\n  Look, I came from nothin'\n\n  So everything that I'm given, I love it\n\n  I remember sellin' sacks to the public\n\n  Now I'm in sacks and it's barely a budget, it's Reese\n\n  I don't trust you\n  One thing on my mind and it's a feelin' so true\n  Keep you on my line, I can't pretend I love you\n  You brought me out of the mud, you\n  Always on my line and it's a feelin', feelin'\n\n  Feelin' complacent, I been wastin' and my waitin' too long\n  I mean, let's face it, now that I made it, I been way too calm\n  It's been portraits and autographs, last year was Mardi Gras\n  Anxious, I been patient, but you takin' too long\n  I need myself to catch up to who I've become\n  No teacups or belly dancers to entertain my demons and\n  I need more space and more grace from like everyone and\n\n  I need myself to catch up, catch\n\n  I don't trust you\n  One thing on my mind and it's a feelin' so true\n  Keep you on my line, I can't pretend I love you\n  You brought me out of the mud, you\n  Always on my line and it's a feelin', feelin'\n\n  They wanna talk, but they call me ignorant, motherfucker\n  I be ignorant, I be ignorant\n  Every day you wake up worried about some shit\n  I ain't got shit to worry about 'cause I don't know a goddamn thing\n  Police come 'round askin', \"Who did this, get did what?\"\n  That's how the motherfuckers caught up\n\n  Talkin' a goddamn bunch of shit\n  Shut the fuck up\n  You know you think you know, you think you know\n  You think you know and then think you do\n  Different things, you dumb motherfucker\n  I don't think about nobody, so I don't know shit\n  Ignorance livin', I find my peace in forgettin'\n\n  Focus on all that I got, forget about times when we didn't\n  Know any second we could lose what's\n  Ours, so I never waste single minutes\n  Them tough times stuck in my hands\n  No wonder my brain always tickin'\n  Reminiscin', mama made my sandwich with the chips in the center\n\n  Remind me so much of a heart, I swear the best part is in the middle\n  Now I question life if I'm doin' it right\n  Ironic, make livin' off riddles\n  Work hard, I can't play second fiddle\n  No, I cannot play second fiddle\n\n  I told my demons, \"I can't hold you\"\n  Regrets and pride gon' turn you to the old you\n  You can't let that ignorant shit mold you\n  I can't chase my dreams like I'm supposed to\n  I can't shake that shit when I\n  No matter where the shit name goes to, nigga\n  No matter where the fame goes to, nigga\n  No matter how that shit chain glows to, nigga\n  No matter if I push a Range Rove to\n"}]