[{"id":9874219,"name":"Halve-Life","trackName":"Halve-Life","artistName":"Rav","albumName":"SKIN","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I was on the brink\nBarely skating by\nSoul was not in sync, wouldn't dare to make it right\nHolding on to cycles I could not focus on design\nWith thoughts so hopeless on my mind my heart got broken over time\nI guess I focused too much effort on some opening's that never come\nI spit out oceans I don't want but\nIt takes two gross to buy my targets\nHalf of this, and half of that\nI'mma blame in there, I'mma fight this back\nAll these arrows point to me\nI'mma hang in there 'til the ice gets cracked\nLook it's part-time like Moses\nIt's hard to battle psychosis\nI know depth, I'm outta my oceans\nI grow best at fighting my own sense\nI pretend, I pretend\nBut my love has never been endless\nFuck this limits, I got limits\nWho am I without my whole image\nI don't know, but time won't tell, as I grow older I find more ills\nBut I feel closer to my whole self so\nI'm less concerned if the rhymes don't sell\nLook, its true\nThe looks don't matter into but I need some room, don't gaslight me\nI don't want these patterns that loom\nJust give me half and let me have my peace\n\nShow me what you have, and I'll show you half that\nNothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\nThere always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\nI'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n\nSee, I'm the type to do a little and then think I did a lot\nMoving halfway down the rainbow, though, won't let you get the pot\nYo, they say the world's a stage, and that the play obeys the clock\nI can improvise my lines, s'long as I don't forget the plot\nOr maybe fuck it\nI should flip the script, and rip it up, forget this shit\nBut risking it is frightening, scared that I can't commit for shit\nDaydreaming bout being a better person is a sedative\nI'm at the point where anything but action is irrelevant\nSo fuck my rhetoric, that shit be never working inwards\nI'll pretend I tried my best\nI lie, but I remember all the energy\nI put inside my fight before I mince words\nSo, if I can't reach the finish line, then why don't I surrender\nThough, I doubt that I could do that right, too\nI will reach a half point using half my IQ\nWhat an asinine move\nHalf the man that I knew\nSipping from a cracked half empty glass that I use\n\nShow me what you have, and I'll show you half that\nNothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\nThere always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\nI'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n\nI squib kick my bad habits now they back and they better\nScribbled doodles on the quarterlies and act like they clever\nI'm on my John Wayne pow-pow, the long-range pow-wow king\nEverything I disavowed I'll sing\nFor you it's simple there's a plan\nAnd there's a follow through the capture\nLost in translation had to follow through the captions\nBut we bonded through the rations felt like actual kings\nThis is more to me and you than just a tag we can ring\nUp, what, upchuck PBJ with the crusts off\nTrying to talk business who could say \"what's an updawg?\"\nHehehe, gottem\nScraping from the bottom\nIf the Suicide Squad would try to escape from out of Gotham\nWho could stop them\nA rich white dude, probably, huh\nI bet the cabin I just might do molly, huh\nPut my heart in it I bite through Kali-Ma\nWe on our own, shit we might as well own this spot\n\nShow me what you have, and I'll show you half that\nNothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\nThere always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\nI'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.23] I was on the brink\n[00:25.52] Barely skating by\n[00:27.13] Soul was not in sync, wouldn't dare to make it right\n[00:30.08] Holding on to cycles I could not focus on design\n[00:32.63] With thoughts so hopeless on my mind my heart got broken over time\n[00:35.50] I guess I focused too much effort on some opening's that never come\n[00:38.63] I spit out oceans I don't want but\n[00:39.94] It takes two gross to buy my targets\n[00:41.79] Half of this, and half of that\n[00:43.08] I'mma blame in there, I'mma fight this back\n[00:44.66] All these arrows point to me\n[00:46.29] I'mma hang in there 'til the ice gets cracked\n[00:47.74] Look it's part-time like Moses\n[00:49.38] It's hard to battle psychosis\n[00:50.67] I know depth, I'm outta my oceans\n[00:52.15] I grow best at fighting my own sense\n[00:53.73] I pretend, I pretend\n[00:55.05] But my love has never been endless\n[00:56.65] Fuck this limits, I got limits\n[00:58.11] Who am I without my whole image\n[00:59.76] I don't know, but time won't tell, as I grow older I find more ills\n[01:02.68] But I feel closer to my whole self so\n[01:03.91] I'm less concerned if the rhymes don't sell\n[01:05.78] Look, its true\n[01:06.25] The looks don't matter into but I need some room, don't gaslight me\n[01:08.92] I don't want these patterns that loom\n[01:10.23] Just give me half and let me have my peace\n[01:12.01] Show me what you have, and I'll show you half that\n[01:18.08] Nothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\n[01:23.90] There always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\n[01:29.90] I'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n[01:36.68] \n[01:47.69] See, I'm the type to do a little and then think I did a lot\n[01:50.72] Moving halfway down the rainbow, though, won't let you get the pot\n[01:53.64] Yo, they say the world's a stage, and that the play obeys the clock\n[01:56.78] I can improvise my lines, s'long as I don't forget the plot\n[01:59.65] Or maybe fuck it\n[02:00.34] I should flip the script, and rip it up, forget this shit\n[02:02.70] But risking it is frightening, scared that I can't commit for shit\n[02:05.89] Daydreaming bout being a better person is a sedative\n[02:08.73] I'm at the point where anything but action is irrelevant\n[02:11.68] So fuck my rhetoric, that shit be never working inwards\n[02:14.75] I'll pretend I tried my best\n[02:16.32] I lie, but I remember all the energy\n[02:18.61] I put inside my fight before I mince words\n[02:20.42] So, if I can't reach the finish line, then why don't I surrender\n[02:23.69] Though, I doubt that I could do that right, too\n[02:25.98] I will reach a half point using half my IQ\n[02:29.15] What an asinine move\n[02:31.25] Half the man that I knew\n[02:32.72] Sipping from a cracked half empty glass that I use\n[02:36.16] Show me what you have, and I'll show you half that\n[02:41.90] Nothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\n[02:47.98] There always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\n[02:53.76] I'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n[03:00.30] \n[03:11.58] I squib kick my bad habits now they back and they better\n[03:14.65] Scribbled doodles on the quarterlies and act like they clever\n[03:17.58] I'm on my John Wayne pow-pow, the long-range pow-wow king\n[03:21.43] Everything I disavowed I'll sing\n[03:23.56] For you it's simple there's a plan\n[03:25.16] And there's a follow through the capture\n[03:26.61] Lost in translation had to follow through the captions\n[03:29.55] But we bonded through the rations felt like actual kings\n[03:32.75] This is more to me and you than just a tag we can ring\n[03:35.53] Up, what, upchuck PBJ with the crusts off\n[03:39.08] Trying to talk business who could say \"what's an updawg?\"\n[03:42.64] Hehehe, gottem\n[03:43.50] Scraping from the bottom\n[03:44.72] If the Suicide Squad would try to escape from out of Gotham\n[03:47.65] Who could stop them\n[03:49.28] A rich white dude, probably, huh\n[03:51.35] I bet the cabin I just might do molly, huh\n[03:54.44] Put my heart in it I bite through Kali-Ma\n[03:57.34] We on our own, shit we might as well own this spot\n[04:00.29] Show me what you have, and I'll show you half that\n[04:06.26] Nothing notable, please don't 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ice gets cracked\n  Look it's part-time like Moses\n  It's hard to battle psychosis\n  I know depth, I'm outta my oceans\n  I grow best at fighting my own sense\n  I pretend, I pretend\n  But my love has never been endless\n  Fuck this limits, I got limits\n  Who am I without my whole image\n  I don't know, but time won't tell, as I grow older I find more ills\n  But I feel closer to my whole self so\n  I'm less concerned if the rhymes don't sell\n  Look, its true\n  The looks don't matter into but I need some room, don't gaslight me\n  I don't want these patterns that loom\n  Just give me half and let me have my peace\n\n  Show me what you have, and I'll show you half that\n  Nothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\n  There always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\n  I'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n\n  See, I'm the type to do a little and then think I did a lot\n  Moving halfway down the rainbow, though, won't let you get the pot\n  Yo, they 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facts, yeah\n  I'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n\n  I squib kick my bad habits now they back and they better\n  Scribbled doodles on the quarterlies and act like they clever\n  I'm on my John Wayne pow-pow, the long-range pow-wow king\n  Everything I disavowed I'll sing\n  For you it's simple there's a plan\n  And there's a follow through the capture\n  Lost in translation had to follow through the captions\n  But we bonded through the rations felt like actual kings\n  This is more to me and you than just a tag we can ring\n  Up, what, upchuck PBJ with the crusts off\n  Trying to talk business who could say \"what's an updawg?\"\n  Hehehe, gottem\n  Scraping from the bottom\n  If the Suicide Squad would try to escape from out of Gotham\n  Who could stop them\n  A rich white dude, probably, huh\n  I bet the cabin I just might do molly, huh\n  Put my heart in it I bite through Kali-Ma\n  We on our own, shit we might as well own this spot\n\n  Show me what you have, 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my oceans\nI grow best at fighting my own sense\nI pretend, I pretend\nBut my love has never been endless\nFuck this limits, I got limits\nWho am I without my whole image\nI don't know, but time won't tell, as I grow older I find more ills\nBut I feel closer to my whole self so\nI'm less concerned if the rhymes don't sell\nLook, its true\nThe looks don't matter into but I need some room, don't gaslight me\nI don't want these patterns that loom\nJust give me half and let me have my peace\n\nShow me what you have, and I'll show you half that\nNothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\nThere always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\nI'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n\nSee, I'm the type to do a little and then think I did a lot\nMoving halfway down the rainbow, though, won't let you get the pot\nYo, they say the world's a stage, and that the play obeys the clock\nI can improvise my lines, s'long as I don't forget the plot\nOr maybe fuck it\nI should flip the script, and rip it up, forget this shit\nBut risking it is frightening, scared that I can't commit for shit\nDaydreaming bout being a better person is a sedative\nI'm at the point where anything but action is irrelevant\nSo fuck my rhetoric, that shit be never working inwards\nI'll pretend I tried my best\nI lie, but I remember all the energy\nI put inside my fight before I mince words\nSo, if I can't reach the finish line, then why don't I surrender\nThough, I doubt that I could do that right, too\nI will reach a half point using half my IQ\nWhat an asinine move\nHalf the man that I knew\nSipping from a cracked half empty glass that I use\n\nShow me what you have, and I'll show you half that\nNothing notable, please don't pull my mask back\nThere always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah\nI'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala\n\nI squib kick my bad habits now they back and they better\nScribbled doodles on the quarterlies and act like they 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