[{"id":9874213,"name":"Celadon","trackName":"Celadon","artistName":"Rav","albumName":"SKIN","duration":332.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I procrastinate more\nJust to pass the days forward\nIf I don't have to wake up in bed an acid rain pour\nAnd that's fantastic stay poor\nBut all the passes paid for\nSo I don't ask, I run up fast, and find a pack to make more\nThis fast-paced world brought the tortoise to its knees\nJust to put my worlds to ease I miss the forest for the trees\nWhen it gets slow I don't believe there's anything left pulling me\nSo I just need to build a lever if it's fooling you it's fooling me\nI'm fully dueling who you see\nWhen you first are new to me\nSo gimme a moment to reflect and I'll get better usually\nBut that's not the point of your presence\nI need to know that there's more, I keep on learning this lesson\nI need to grow\nBut still, I seek the same roads\nSometimes the answers in me aren't the ones that's best to know\nSometimes the radar jams and I can't exit on my own\nSometimes I need a plan it's back to X's and the O's\n\nWhat you mean, what's the deal, what you talking bout?\nThe little details tend to send me sideways\nEvery step that we had took turned to walk-arounds\nSometimes I worry that I'm just another migraine\nI put my best foot forward in the swampland\nI think my attitude's what's fucking up the muck\nShe say she wanna have fun, on the one hand\nShe look at me I think I'm sucking all that up\nI put my pride on a pedestal; it's pedal to the metal\nWhat you want and what I got about a mile from the vessel\nI ain't Mr. Fantastic, I'm stretched too thin\nPressed my sticks to the boards and still let you win\nYou watched me grow from out the vines and never cut me when I stuck you\nI hope I never see the day those \"love me\"s turn to \"fuck you\"s\nJotting notes down, low down dirty you should've heard me\nI been too sleep, waking up late and jugging early\nIt's some itty-bitty rain drops\nDrown me in the broad day\nGuess I left my strings out\nPlay me like it's Broadway\nYou love me through my shortcomings I fuck with you the long way\nI fumbled through the metrics trying to measure where your gods stay\n\nI start my day by carving it out of the hardest clay\nTrying my darndest, aiming to reconstruct the shape\nBut since it hardens way to promptly, I disregard the detail\nInstead concentrating on getting it roughly okay\nThere's a fine line between acceptable and not\nTherefore I counteract my failures with embellishment a lot\nBut when the ruse succeeds, they tell me \"cherish what I've got\"\nSo I can't help it but feel helpless, must confess I'm at a loss\nI need to find a better hobby\nThan lying to myself it never calms me\nMy smiling face these days closer resembling a zombie's\nMe running from my pain seems to inevitably harm me\nPerhaps I've been neglectful of specifics and particulars\nAllowing my subconscious mind to conceal that which triggers hurt, word\nI'm putting on my dancing shoes today\nI'll meet you in the details and out-dance you once we face","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.51] I procrastinate more\n[00:14.06] Just to pass the days forward\n[00:15.68] If I don't have to wake up in bed an acid rain pour\n[00:18.81] And that's fantastic stay poor\n[00:20.68] But all the passes paid for\n[00:21.95] So I don't ask, I run up fast, and find a pack to make more\n[00:25.31] This fast-paced world brought the tortoise to its knees\n[00:28.84] Just to put my worlds to ease I miss the forest for the trees\n[00:31.91] When it gets slow I don't believe there's anything left pulling me\n[00:34.87] So I just need to build a lever if it's fooling you it's fooling me\n[00:37.99] I'm fully dueling who you see\n[00:39.80] When you first are new to me\n[00:41.10] So gimme a moment to reflect and I'll get better usually\n[00:44.43] But that's not the point of your presence\n[00:47.63] I need to know that there's more, I keep on learning this lesson\n[00:50.79] I need to grow\n[00:52.35] But still, I seek the same roads\n[00:54.45] Sometimes the answers in me aren't the ones that's best to know\n[00:57.51] Sometimes the radar jams and I can't exit on my own\n[01:00.49] Sometimes I need a plan it's back to X's and the O's\n[01:04.34] \n[01:17.43] What you mean, what's the deal, what you talking bout?\n[01:20.68] The little details tend to send me sideways\n[01:23.75] Every step that we had took turned to walk-arounds\n[01:26.93] Sometimes I worry that I'm just another migraine\n[01:30.31] I put my best foot forward in the swampland\n[01:33.43] I think my attitude's what's fucking up the muck\n[01:36.59] She say she wanna have fun, on the one hand\n[01:39.77] She look at me I think I'm sucking all that up\n[01:41.86] I put my pride on a pedestal; it's pedal to the metal\n[01:45.54] What you want and what I got about a mile from the vessel\n[01:48.41] I ain't Mr. Fantastic, I'm stretched too thin\n[01:51.56] Pressed my sticks to the boards and still let you win\n[01:54.61] You watched me grow from out the vines and never cut me when I stuck you\n[01:58.39] I hope I never see the day those \"love me\"s turn to \"fuck you\"s\n[02:01.27] Jotting notes down, low down dirty you should've heard me\n[02:04.68] I been too sleep, waking up late and jugging early\n[02:07.74] It's some itty-bitty rain drops\n[02:09.58] Drown me in the broad day\n[02:11.42] Guess I left my strings out\n[02:12.96] Play me like it's Broadway\n[02:14.37] You love me through my shortcomings I fuck with you the long way\n[02:17.41] I fumbled through the metrics trying to measure where your gods stay\n[02:21.15] \n[02:34.26] I start my day by carving it out of the hardest clay\n[02:37.36] Trying my darndest, aiming to reconstruct the shape\n[02:40.54] But since it hardens way to promptly, I disregard the detail\n[02:43.78] Instead concentrating on getting it roughly okay\n[02:46.85] There's a fine line between acceptable and not\n[02:49.30] Therefore I counteract my failures with embellishment a lot\n[02:52.62] But when the ruse succeeds, they tell me \"cherish what I've got\"\n[02:55.44] So I can't help it but feel helpless, must confess I'm at a loss\n[02:59.98] I need to find a better hobby\n[03:02.56] Than lying to myself it never calms me\n[03:04.63] My smiling face these days closer resembling a zombie's\n[03:08.03] Me running from my pain seems to inevitably harm me\n[03:11.29] Perhaps I've been neglectful of specifics and particulars\n[03:14.65] Allowing my subconscious mind to conceal that which triggers hurt, word\n[03:19.05] I'm putting on my dancing shoes today\n[03:21.68] I'll meet you in the details and out-dance you once we face\n[03:25.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Celadon\n artist: Rav\n album: SKIN\n duration_ms: 332000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I procrastinate more\n start_ms: 12510\n end_ms: 14060\n- text: Just to pass the days forward\n start_ms: 14060\n end_ms: 15680\n- text: If I don't have to wake up in bed an acid rain pour\n start_ms: 15680\n end_ms: 18810\n- text: And that's fantastic stay poor\n start_ms: 18810\n end_ms: 20680\n- text: But all the passes paid for\n start_ms: 20680\n end_ms: 21950\n- text: So I don't ask, I run up fast, and find a pack to make more\n start_ms: 21950\n end_ms: 25310\n- text: This fast-paced world brought the tortoise to its knees\n start_ms: 25310\n end_ms: 28840\n- text: Just to put my worlds to ease I miss the forest for the trees\n start_ms: 28840\n end_ms: 31910\n- text: When it gets slow I don't believe there's anything left pulling me\n start_ms: 31910\n end_ms: 34870\n- text: So I just need to build a lever if it's fooling you it's fooling me\n start_ms: 34870\n end_ms: 37990\n- text: I'm fully dueling who you see\n start_ms: 37990\n end_ms: 39800\n- text: When you first are new to me\n start_ms: 39800\n end_ms: 41100\n- text: So gimme a moment to reflect and I'll get better usually\n start_ms: 41100\n end_ms: 44430\n- text: But that's not the point of your presence\n start_ms: 44430\n end_ms: 47630\n- text: I need to know that there's more, I keep on learning this lesson\n start_ms: 47630\n end_ms: 50790\n- text: I need to grow\n start_ms: 50790\n end_ms: 52350\n- text: But still, I seek the same roads\n start_ms: 52350\n end_ms: 54450\n- text: Sometimes the answers in me aren't the ones that's best to know\n start_ms: 54450\n end_ms: 57510\n- text: Sometimes the radar jams and I can't exit on my own\n start_ms: 57510\n end_ms: 60490\n- text: Sometimes I need a plan it's back to X's and the O's\n start_ms: 60490\n end_ms: 64340\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 64340\n end_ms: 77430\n- text: What you mean, what's the deal, what you talking bout?\n start_ms: 77430\n end_ms: 80680\n- text: The little details tend to send me sideways\n start_ms: 80680\n end_ms: 83750\n- text: Every step that we had took turned to walk-arounds\n start_ms: 83750\n end_ms: 86930\n- text: Sometimes I worry that I'm just another migraine\n start_ms: 86930\n end_ms: 90310\n- text: I put my best foot forward in the swampland\n start_ms: 90310\n end_ms: 93430\n- text: I think my attitude's what's fucking up the muck\n start_ms: 93430\n end_ms: 96590\n- text: She say she wanna have fun, on the one hand\n start_ms: 96590\n end_ms: 99770\n- text: She look at me I think I'm sucking all that up\n start_ms: 99770\n end_ms: 101860\n- text: I put my pride on a pedestal; 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it's pedal to the metal\n[01:45.57] What you want and what I got about a mile from the vessel\n[01:48.48] I ain't Mr. Fantastic, I'm stretched too thin\n[01:51.50] Pressed my sticks to the boards and still let you win\n[01:54.64] You watched me grow from out the vines and never cut me when I stuck you\n[01:58.30] I hope I never see the day those \"love me\"s turn to \"fuck you\"s\n[02:01.27] Jotting notes down, low down dirty you should've heard me\n[02:04.66] I been too sleep, waking up late and jugging early\n[02:07.77] It's some itty-bitty rain drops\n[02:09.57] Drown me in the broad day\n[02:11.44] Guess I left my strings out\n[02:12.90] Play me like it's Broadway\n[02:14.33] You love me through my shortcomings I fuck with you the long way\n[02:17.40] I fumbled through the metrics trying to measure where your gods stay\n[02:21.15] \n[02:34.22] I start my day by carving it out of the hardest clay\n[02:37.33] Trying my darndest, aiming to reconstruct the shape\n[02:40.54] But since it hardens way to promptly, I disregard the detail\n[02:43.74] Instead concentrating on getting it roughly okay\n[02:46.81] There's a fine line between acceptable and not\n[02:49.36] Therefore I counteract my failures with embellishment a lot\n[02:52.68] But when the ruse succeeds, they tell me \"cherish what I've got\"\n[02:55.46] So I can't help it but feel helpless, must confess I'm at a loss\n[02:59.99] I need to find a better hobby\n[03:02.57] Than lying to myself it never calms me\n[03:04.65] My smiling face these days closer resembling a zombie's\n[03:08.08] Me running from my pain seems to inevitably harm me\n[03:11.24] Perhaps I've been neglectful of specifics and particulars\n[03:14.62] Allowing my subconscious mind to conceal that which triggers hurt, word\n[03:19.02] I'm putting on my dancing shoes today\n[03:21.68] I'll meet you in the details and out-dance you once we face\n[03:25.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Celadon\n artist: 'Rav, Kill Bill: the Rapper & Scuare'\n album: SKIN\n duration_ms: 332040\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I procrastinate more\n start_ms: 12580\n end_ms: 14060\n- text: Just to pass the days forward\n start_ms: 14060\n end_ms: 15620\n- text: If I don't have to wake up in bed an acid rain pour\n start_ms: 15620\n end_ms: 18880\n- text: And that's fantastic stay poor\n start_ms: 18880\n end_ms: 20620\n- text: But all the passes paid for\n start_ms: 20620\n end_ms: 21960\n- text: So I don't ask, I run up fast, and find a pack to make more\n start_ms: 21960\n end_ms: 25300\n- text: This fast-paced world brought the tortoise to its knees\n start_ms: 25300\n end_ms: 28870\n- text: Just to put my worlds to ease I miss the forest for the trees\n start_ms: 28870\n end_ms: 31930\n- text: When it gets slow I don't believe there's anything left pulling me\n start_ms: 31930\n end_ms: 34870\n- text: So I just need to build a lever if it's fooling you it's fooling me\n start_ms: 34870\n end_ms: 37960\n- text: I'm fully dueling who you see\n start_ms: 37960\n end_ms: 39720\n- text: When you first are new to me\n start_ms: 39720\n end_ms: 41190\n- text: So gimme a moment to reflect and I'll get better usually\n start_ms: 41190\n end_ms: 44430\n- text: But that's not the point of your presence\n start_ms: 44430\n end_ms: 47620\n- text: I need to know that there's more, I keep on learning this lesson\n start_ms: 47620\n end_ms: 50770\n- text: I need to grow\n start_ms: 50770\n end_ms: 52320\n- text: But still, I seek the same roads\n start_ms: 52320\n end_ms: 54430\n- text: Sometimes the answers in me aren't the ones that's best to know\n start_ms: 54430\n end_ms: 57540\n- text: Sometimes the radar jams and I can't exit on my own\n start_ms: 57540\n end_ms: 60430\n- text: Sometimes I need a plan it's back to X's and the O's\n start_ms: 60430\n end_ms: 64340\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 64340\n end_ms: 77490\n- text: What you mean, what's the deal, what you talking bout?\n start_ms: 77490\n end_ms: 80690\n- text: The little details tend to send me sideways\n start_ms: 80690\n end_ms: 83790\n- text: Every step that we had took turned to walk-arounds\n start_ms: 83790\n end_ms: 86960\n- text: Sometimes I worry that I'm just another migraine\n start_ms: 86960\n end_ms: 90360\n- text: I put my best foot forward in the swampland\n start_ms: 90360\n end_ms: 93430\n- text: I think my attitude's what's fucking up the muck\n start_ms: 93430\n end_ms: 96540\n- text: She say she wanna have fun, on the one hand\n start_ms: 96540\n end_ms: 99740\n- text: She look at me I think I'm sucking all that up\n start_ms: 99740\n end_ms: 101820\n- text: I put my pride on a pedestal; 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it's pedal to the metal\n What you want and what I got about a mile from the vessel\n I ain't Mr. Fantastic, I'm stretched too thin\n Pressed my sticks to the boards and still let you win\n You watched me grow from out the vines and never cut me when I stuck you\n I hope I never see the day those \"love me\"s turn to \"fuck you\"s\n Jotting notes down, low down dirty you should've heard me\n I been too sleep, waking up late and jugging early\n It's some itty-bitty rain drops\n Drown me in the broad day\n Guess I left my strings out\n Play me like it's Broadway\n You love me through my shortcomings I fuck with you the long way\n I fumbled through the metrics trying to measure where your gods stay\n\n I start my day by carving it out of the hardest clay\n Trying my darndest, aiming to reconstruct the shape\n But since it hardens way to promptly, I disregard the detail\n Instead concentrating on getting it roughly okay\n There's a fine line between acceptable and not\n Therefore I counteract my failures with embellishment a lot\n But when the ruse succeeds, they tell me \"cherish what I've got\"\n So I can't help it but feel helpless, must confess I'm at a loss\n I need to find a better hobby\n Than lying to myself it never calms me\n My smiling face these days closer resembling a zombie's\n Me running from my pain seems to inevitably harm me\n Perhaps I've been neglectful of specifics and particulars\n Allowing my subconscious mind to conceal that which triggers hurt, word\n I'm putting on my dancing shoes today\n I'll meet you in the details and out-dance you once we face\n"}]