[{"id":17526718,"name":"Fvck being SAD","trackName":"Fvck being SAD","artistName":"SAINt JHN","albumName":"FESTIVAL SEASON","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh\nOh\nOh\nAyy\nFuck being sad\nSomedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\nI'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\nI'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\nI'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\nI been going through it, had some real bad months\nThe city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\nDon't wanna go to funerals for people that young\nI'm done, so fuck bein' sad\nI done sent mom a criby, finally got me a crib, oh\nFind my own way to ballin', and never learned how to dribble\nFirst they like how I scrabble, then they like how I scribble\nI paint my pictures with words, I hope you notice the riddle\nWish I was friends with my ex, but her heart is too brittle\nShe still hate me a little, that still hurt me a little\nI come up from the bottom, you know I'm fresh out the ghetto\nOn nights it's hard enough to put on the kettle, I never settle down\nSo fuck being sad\nSomedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\nI'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\nI'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\nI'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\nI been going through it, had some real bad months\nThe city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\nDon't wanna go to funerals for people that young\nI'm done, so fuck bein' sad (ayy)\nI had to drop out of college, that shit was truly a blessing\nI went and got me a job, you gotta hear my confession\nMy momma cryin' 'bout money, my sister really been stressin'\nHeart colder than ever, that's from a lack of affection\nOn the train with my uniform, I'm packin' a weapon\n'Cause it can happen in seconds, I don't be lackin', I'm steppin'\nThat was back in '010, thank God you tracked my progression\nI thought my father missin' wouldn't effect it, that's a lesson for all\nSo fuck being sad\nSomedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\nI'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\nI'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\nI'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\nI been going through it, had some real bad months\nThe city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\nDon't wanna go to funerals for people that young\nI'm done, so fuck bein' sad\nSomedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\nI'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\nI'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\nI'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\nI been going through it, had some real bad months\nThe city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\nDon't wanna go to funerals for people that young\nI'm done, so fuck bein' sad","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fvck being SAD\n  artist: SAINt JHN\n  album: FESTIVAL SEASON\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh\n  Oh\n  Oh\n  Ayy\n  Fuck being sad\n  Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\n  I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\n  I'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\n  I'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\n  I been going through it, had some real bad months\n  The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\n  Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young\n  I'm done, so fuck bein' sad\n  I done sent mom a criby, finally got me a crib, oh\n  Find my own way to ballin', and never learned how to dribble\n  First they like how I scrabble, then they like how I scribble\n  I paint my pictures with words, I hope you notice the riddle\n  Wish I was friends with my ex, but her heart is too brittle\n  She still hate me a little, that still hurt me a little\n  I come up from the bottom, you know I'm fresh out the ghetto\n  On nights it's hard enough to put on the kettle, I never settle down\n  So fuck being sad\n  Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\n  I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\n  I'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\n  I'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\n  I been going through it, had some real bad months\n  The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\n  Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young\n  I'm done, so fuck bein' sad (ayy)\n  I had to drop out of college, that shit was truly a blessing\n  I went and got me a job, you gotta hear my confession\n  My momma cryin' 'bout money, my sister really been stressin'\n  Heart colder than ever, that's from a lack of affection\n  On the train with my uniform, I'm packin' a weapon\n  'Cause it can happen in seconds, I don't be lackin', I'm steppin'\n  That was back in '010, thank God you tracked my progression\n  I thought my father missin' wouldn't effect it, that's a lesson for all\n  So fuck being sad\n  Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\n  I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\n  I'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\n  I'm 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real bad months\n  The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\n  Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young\n  I'm done, so fuck bein' sad\n  I done sent mom a criby, finally got me a crib, oh\n  Find my own way to ballin', and never learned how to dribble\n  First they like how I scrabble, then they like how I scribble\n  I paint my pictures with words, I hope you notice the riddle\n  Wish I was friends with my ex, but her heart is too brittle\n  She still hate me a little, that still hurt me a little\n  I come up from the bottom, you know I'm fresh out the ghetto\n  On nights it's hard enough to put on the kettle, I never settle down\n  So fuck being sad\n  Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\n  I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\n  I'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\n  I'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\n  I been going through it, had some real bad months\n  The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\n  Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young\n  I'm done, so fuck bein' sad (ayy)\n  I had to drop out of college, that shit was truly a blessing\n  I went and got me a job, you gotta hear my confession\n  My momma cryin' 'bout money, my sister really been stressin'\n  Heart colder than ever, that's from a lack of affection\n  On the train with my uniform, I'm packin' a weapon\n  'Cause it can happen in seconds, I don't be lackin', I'm steppin'\n  That was back in '010, thank God you tracked my progression\n  I thought my father missin' wouldn't effect it, that's a lesson for all\n  So fuck being sad\n  Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\n  I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\n  I'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\n  I'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\n  I been going through it, had some real bad months\n  The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\n  Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young\n  I'm done, so fuck bein' sad\n  Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up\n  I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure\n  I'm stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (hey)\n  I'm trying, but fuck being sad (hey)\n  I been going through it, had some real bad months\n  The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (hey)\n  Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young\n  I'm done, so fuck bein' sad\n"}]