[{"id":10339959,"name":"Saffron","trackName":"Saffron","artistName":"Rav","albumName":"New Moon","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Waves start crashing into walls\nRead between the lines, I be captioning my calls\nLife is little monsters, try to capture into balls\nRappers think they slick until I trap 'em in my jaws\n45 gun tucked, sorta live, summed up\nBitch I get it slapping like 45 nunchucks\nHoe, I think I'm young buck\nShorty wanna ride with me\nOld school as stickers on Atlanta 59Fifty's\n\nMy city vibe with me, bricks on the boards, hoe\nHot as brick ovens while your shit's so digiorno\nSlip through the core slow\nInhale the dope, let it drift through your torso\nFuck it. What's the budget?\n\nSee, me and Rav playing Dreamcast and passing blunts\nIt's 2 AM, could you please pass the Captain Crunch\nDap me up, face first, what the business is\nBurning up the block, homie had to get the biscuit in\nFuck the pigs, turn the Sargent into brisket bites\nI only like to write rhymes when I'm pissed at life\nI write a lot of fuckin' rhymes lately, dawg\nBut anyway...\n\nSee, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n(Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\nSee, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n(Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n\nAll life been hardline for art time, I ghost\nYour time is part tim I oft try enclose\nBut won't lie, I've strolled by my whole life in low light\nYou alright, but not me\nAdopt peace and lone fight\nThis cockpit got no pilot\nLong reach like a known pirate\nFollow speeches of fallen titans and spark trees where the fuck I like it\nOh, I think they mad, Bill\nCause Bill and Rav ill\nOur songs make your girl pop her booty like it's Advil\n\nRolling on down a hill\nWhat the hell? who let the demons out?\nBroken up out they cells, talking about themselves, they speaking bout\nAll of they fucking ills, on about how they feel, their feelings drown you\nShowing you what is real, show you what it really be about\nSee me and you got a thing we've got to speak about\nSo down the blunt, turn this up and blow your speakers out\n\n-Remember, a snake can not eat a dragon","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.06] Waves start crashing into walls\n[00:14.82] Read between the lines, I be captioning my calls\n[00:17.69] Life is little monsters, try to capture into balls\n[00:20.83] Rappers think they slick until I trap 'em in my jaws\n[00:23.75] 45 gun tucked, sorta live, summed up\n[00:26.84] Bitch I get it slapping like 45 nunchucks\n[00:29.98] Hoe, I think I'm young buck\n[00:31.43] Shorty wanna ride with me\n[00:32.93] Old school as stickers on Atlanta 59Fifty's\n[00:36.54] My city vibe with me, bricks on the boards, hoe\n[00:38.80] Hot as brick ovens while your shit's so digiorno\n[00:41.88] Slip through the core slow\n[00:43.47] Inhale the dope, let it drift through your torso\n[00:46.82] Fuck it. What's the budget?\n[00:48.43] See, me and Rav playing Dreamcast and passing blunts\n[00:51.62] It's 2 AM, could you please pass the Captain Crunch\n[00:54.31] Dap me up, face first, what the business is\n[00:57.39] Burning up the block, homie had to get the biscuit in\n[01:00.41] Fuck the pigs, turn the Sargent into brisket bites\n[01:03.53] I only like to write rhymes when I'm pissed at life\n[01:06.78] I write a lot of fuckin' rhymes lately, dawg\n[01:10.95] But anyway...\n[01:12.42] See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n[01:15.42] (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n[01:18.58] See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n[01:21.50] (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n[01:24.40] All life been hardline for art time, I ghost\n[01:27.03] Your time is part tim I oft try enclose\n[01:29.86] But won't lie, I've strolled by my whole life in low light\n[01:32.96] You alright, but not me\n[01:34.49] Adopt peace and lone fight\n[01:36.02] This cockpit got no pilot\n[01:37.58] Long reach like a known pirate\n[01:39.08] Follow speeches of fallen titans and spark trees where the fuck I like it\n[01:42.56] Oh, I think they mad, Bill\n[01:43.73] Cause Bill and Rav ill\n[01:45.03] Our songs make your girl pop her booty like it's Advil\n[01:48.04] Rolling on down a hill\n[01:49.27] What the hell? who let the demons out?\n[01:50.85] Broken up out they cells, talking about themselves, they speaking bout\n[01:53.99] All of they fucking ills, on about how they feel, their feelings drown you\n[01:57.08] Showing you what is real, show you what it really be about\n[01:59.83] See me and you got a thing we've got to speak about\n[02:06.06] So down the blunt, turn this up and blow your speakers out\n[02:24.10] -Remember, a snake can not eat a dragon\n[02:29.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Saffron\n  artist: Rav\n  album: New Moon\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Waves start crashing into walls\n  start_ms: 12060\n  end_ms: 14820\n- text: Read between the lines, I be captioning my calls\n  start_ms: 14820\n  end_ms: 17690\n- text: Life is little monsters, try to capture into balls\n  start_ms: 17690\n  end_ms: 20830\n- text: Rappers think they slick until I trap 'em in my jaws\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: 45 gun tucked, sorta live, summed up\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 26840\n- text: Bitch I get it slapping like 45 nunchucks\n  start_ms: 26840\n  end_ms: 29980\n- text: Hoe, I think I'm young buck\n  start_ms: 29980\n  end_ms: 31430\n- text: Shorty wanna ride with me\n  start_ms: 31430\n  end_ms: 32930\n- text: Old school as stickers on Atlanta 59Fifty's\n  start_ms: 32930\n  end_ms: 36540\n- text: My city vibe with me, bricks on the boards, hoe\n  start_ms: 36540\n  end_ms: 38800\n- text: Hot as brick ovens while your shit's so digiorno\n  start_ms: 38800\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: Slip through the core slow\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Inhale the dope, let it drift through your torso\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: Fuck it. 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What's the budget?\n\n  See, me and Rav playing Dreamcast and passing blunts\n  It's 2 AM, could you please pass the Captain Crunch\n  Dap me up, face first, what the business is\n  Burning up the block, homie had to get the biscuit in\n  Fuck the pigs, turn the Sargent into brisket bites\n  I only like to write rhymes when I'm pissed at life\n  I write a lot of fuckin' rhymes lately, dawg\n  But anyway...\n\n  See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n  (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n  See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n  (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n\n  All life been hardline for art time, I ghost\n  Your time is part tim I oft try enclose\n  But won't lie, I've strolled by my whole life in low light\n  You alright, but not me\n  Adopt peace and lone fight\n  This cockpit got no pilot\n  Long reach like a known pirate\n  Follow speeches of fallen titans and spark trees where the fuck I like it\n  Oh, I think they mad, Bill\n  Cause Bill and Rav ill\n  Our songs make your girl pop her booty like it's Advil\n\n  Rolling on down a hill\n  What the hell? who let the demons out?\n  Broken up out they cells, talking about themselves, they speaking bout\n  All of they fucking ills, on about how they feel, their feelings drown you\n  Showing you what is real, show you what it really be about\n  See me and you got a thing we've got to speak about\n  So down the blunt, turn this up and blow your speakers out\n\n  -Remember, a snake can not eat a dragon\n"},{"id":6731164,"name":"Saffron","trackName":"Saffron","artistName":"Rav; Kill Bill: The Rapper","albumName":"New Moon","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Waves start crashing into walls\nRead between the lines, I be captioning my calls\nLife is little monsters, try to capture into balls\nRappers think they slick until I trap 'em in my jaws\n45 gun tucked, sorta live, summed up\nBitch I get it slapping like 45 nunchucks\nHoe, I think I'm young buck\nShorty wanna ride with me\nOld school as stickers on Atlanta 59Fifty's\n\nMy city vibe with me, bricks on the boards, hoe\nHot as brick ovens while your shit's so digiorno\nSlip through the core slow\nInhale the dope, let it drift through your torso\nFuck it. 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What's the budget?\n[00:48.44] See, me and Rav playing Dreamcast and passing blunts\n[00:51.61] It's 2 AM, could you please pass the Captain Crunch\n[00:54.36] Dap me up, face first, what the business is\n[00:57.38] Burning up the block, homie had to get the biscuit in\n[01:00.46] Fuck the pigs, turn the Sargent into brisket bites\n[01:03.59] I only like to write rhymes when I'm pissed at life\n[01:06.77] I write a lot of fuckin' rhymes lately, dawg\n[01:10.95] But anyway...\n[01:12.48] See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n[01:15.44] (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n[01:18.52] See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about\n[01:21.52] (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)\n[01:24.48] All life been hardline for art time, I ghost\n[01:27.07] Your time is part tim I oft try enclose\n[01:29.84] But won't lie, I've strolled by my whole life in low light\n[01:32.96] You alright, but not me\n[01:34.45] Adopt peace and lone fight\n[01:36.04] This cockpit got no pilot\n[01:37.50] Long reach like a known pirate\n[01:39.06] Follow speeches of fallen titans and spark trees where the fuck I like it\n[01:42.51] Oh, I think they mad, Bill\n[01:43.77] Cause Bill and Rav ill\n[01:45.03] Our songs make your girl pop her booty like it's Advil\n[01:48.08] Rolling on down a hill\n[01:49.21] What the hell? who let the demons out?\n[01:50.84] Broken up out they cells, talking about themselves, they speaking bout\n[01:53.92] All of they fucking ills, on about how they feel, their feelings drown you\n[01:57.01] Showing you what is real, show you what it really be about\n[01:59.86] See me and you got a thing we've got to speak about\n[02:06.06] So down the blunt, turn this up and blow your speakers out\n[02:24.15] -Remember, a snake can not eat a dragon\n[02:29.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'Saffron Feat. 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