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here?\n[05:12.70] And we on\n[05:15.88] Is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:20.66] Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n[05:23.94] Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n[05:26.52] And I know...\n[05:27.95] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:32.60] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:37.98] Walk right into the light\n[05:46.76] Getting a feeling in the night\n[05:48.48] [?] spice\n[05:51.84] You're my only Christ\n[05:54.78] I have only eyes for you\n[05:57.12] I have only eyes for you\n[05:59.85] Your soul is mine\n[06:01.56] Your soul is mine\n[06:05.11] Mine, mine, mine, mine\n[06:18.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane\n  artist: Schoolboy Q\n  album: Blank Face LP\n  duration_ms: 380000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK\n  start_ms: 11140\n  end_ms: 15160\n- text: Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates\n  start_ms: 15160\n  end_ms: 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sell dope\nEddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n\nOpen Eddie Kane for hire\nBeen tryna get rich for hours\nNights like this I wish\nCocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n\nYo, uh, yo, uh\nNeed the car with no mileage\nKristoff on my pallet\nMy cigar full of cabbage\nCame from the dirt to the carrots\nGetting dirty dollars\nFuck different baby mommas\nDope between the speakers\nSo fuck you mister teacher\nCause the paper, I ace it\nLead, they tried to erase it\nBut I'm still standing\nThey mad at everything\nNothing given, I'mma take it first\nOn the trees like a hammock\nFlip the work behind the campus\nYoung Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\nGang bang it, don't slang it\nGTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\nFuck tryna sneak the K in\nOn the road to riches\nThank you Mister Reagan\nYou helped them dollars rake in\nAnd to my uncle that hooked up the family\nThat shit that you was smokin'\nI was pushin' residue like on the cushion\nI'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\nAnd your proof is in the pudding\nI'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n(Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n\nStanding in the white light and we on\nAnd we on\nAnd is there any other smokers in here?\nAnd we on\nAnd is there any other smokers in here?\nAnd we on\nIs there any other smokers in here?\nKeys open doors on the road to my heart\nDreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\nAnd I know...\nWe're next to go, around, around, around\nWe're next to go, around, around, around\n\nWalk right into the light\nGetting a feeling in the night\n[?] spice\nYou're my only Christ\nI have only eyes for you\nI have only eyes for you\nYour soul is mine\nYour soul is mine\nMine, mine, mine, mine","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.14] Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK\n[00:15.16] Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates\n[00:18.35] PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off\n[00:21.24] Punk-ass cops, tHem crackers want us witH our black 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don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt\n[02:21.17] UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer\n[02:21.35] I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n[02:22.02] YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n[02:22.50] Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come\n[02:23.55] Body languages, the same as when the shots rung\n[02:26.41] Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun\n[02:29.47] Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah\n[02:32.41] Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave\n[02:36.26] With the Lord and the devil\n[02:37.88] Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel\n[02:40.49] If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)\n[02:43.57] Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)\n[02:47.20] With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)\n[02:50.53] My heart's getting colder\n[02:52.41] When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder\n[02:54.21] You notice I got the, (blank face)\n[02:55.88] I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing\n[02:58.90] I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'\n[03:01.25] F y'all for ever hating me\n[03:04.55] As I sit there while they interrogate me\n[03:06.55] I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n[03:07.65] Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n[03:21.28] New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n[03:24.42] Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n[03:26.72] Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n[03:29.63] Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n[03:32.38] Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n[03:35.13] I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n[03:37.70] Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n[03:41.02] Open Eddie Kane for hire\n[03:44.53] Been tryna get rich for hours\n[03:49.98] Nights like this I wish\n[03:55.37] Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n[04:03.05] Yo, uh, yo, uh\n[04:13.69] Need the car with no mileage\n[04:16.24] Kristoff on my pallet\n[04:17.47] My cigar full of cabbage\n[04:18.86] Came from the dirt to the carrots\n[04:20.25] Getting dirty dollars\n[04:21.53] Fuck different baby mommas\n[04:22.85] Dope between the speakers\n[04:24.44] So fuck you mister teacher\n[04:25.70] Cause the paper, I ace it\n[04:26.97] Lead, they tried to erase it\n[04:28.77] But I'm still standing\n[04:29.71] They mad at everything\n[04:31.38] Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n[04:32.76] On the trees like a hammock\n[04:34.61] Flip the work behind the campus\n[04:35.83] Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n[04:37.31] Gang bang it, don't slang it\n[04:39.97] GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n[04:42.49] Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n[04:43.99] On the road to riches\n[04:45.59] Thank you Mister Reagan\n[04:47.02] You helped them dollars rake in\n[04:48.04] And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n[04:50.09] That shit that you was smokin'\n[04:51.85] I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n[04:53.64] I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n[04:56.60] And your proof is in the pudding\n[04:58.30] I'm 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me\n[03:04.55]As I sit there while they interrogate me\n[03:06.55]I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n[03:07.65]Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n[03:21.28]New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n[03:24.42]Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n[03:26.72]Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n[03:29.63]Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n[03:32.38]Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n[03:35.13]I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n[03:37.70]Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n[03:41.02]Open Eddie Kane for hire\n[03:44.53]Been tryna get rich for hours\n[03:49.98]Nights like this I wish\n[03:55.37]Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n[04:03.05]Yo, uh, yo, uh\n[04:13.69]Need the car with no mileage\n[04:16.24]Kristoff on my pallet\n[04:17.47]My cigar full of cabbage\n[04:18.86]Came from the dirt to the carrots\n[04:20.25]Getting dirty dollars\n[04:21.53]Fuck different baby 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I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n  YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n\n  Clear everytHing out tHe safe\n  Crack tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids too\n  My Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuH\n  Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougH\n  Lot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl for you\n  And sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digits\n  Pistol tHrougH your Civic\n  Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit\n  Drive slow, oH, Hey\n  Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors\n  Look around now you're Hellbound, boogie down\n  BullsHit I won't allow, slang a bird every Hou'\n  Smack a nigga witH tHe Heat\n  Contradicting, now you peace\n  Leave you triple six laying in defeat\n  Can you dig it?\n  Struck a matcH, tHey won't finisH\n  Drop a nigga off, get a nigga wHipped\n  Squeezing fingertips, aye\n\n  Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK\n  Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates\n  PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off\n  Punk ass cops 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 That shit that you was smokin'\n  I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n  I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n  And your proof is in the pudding\n  I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n  (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n\n  Standing in the white light and we on\n  And we on\n  And is there any other smokers in here?\n  And we on\n  And is there any other smokers in here?\n  And we on\n  Is there any other smokers in here?\n  Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n  Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n  And I know...\n  We're next to go, around, around, around\n  We're next to go, around, around, around\n\n  Walk right into the light\n  Getting a feeling in the night\n  [?] spice\n  You're my only Christ\n  I have only eyes for you\n  I have only eyes for you\n  Your soul is mine\n  Your soul is mine\n  Mine, mine, mine, mine\n"},{"id":4816099,"name":"Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane Ft. 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Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come\n  Body languages, the same as when the shots rung\n  Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun\n  Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah\n  Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave\n  With the Lord and the devil\n  Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel\n  If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)\n  Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)\n  With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)\n  My heart's getting colder\n  When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder\n  You notice I got the, (blank face)\n  I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing\n  I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'\n  F y'all for ever hating me\n  As I sit there while they interrogate me\n  I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n\n  Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n  New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n  Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n  Five in the morning, feds 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dirty dollars\n[04:21.52] Fuck different baby mommas\n[04:22.87] Dope between the speakers\n[04:24.46] So fuck you mister teacher\n[04:25.74] Cause the paper, I ace it\n[04:26.97] Lead, they tried to erase it\n[04:28.71] But I'm still standing\n[04:29.76] They mad at everything\n[04:31.38] Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n[04:32.77] On the trees like a hammock\n[04:34.65] Flip the work behind the campus\n[04:35.83] Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n[04:37.34] Gang bang it, don't slang it\n[04:39.90] GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n[04:42.48] Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n[04:43.94] On the road to riches\n[04:45.59] Thank you Mister Reagan\n[04:47.03] You helped them dollars rake in\n[04:48.09] And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n[04:50.02] That shit that you was smokin'\n[04:51.86] I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n[04:53.65] I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n[04:56.66] And your proof is in the pudding\n[04:58.23] I'm 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nothin'\n[03:01.23] F y'all for ever hating me\n[03:04.50] As I sit there while they interrogate me\n[03:06.52] I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n[03:07.63] Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n[03:21.24] New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n[03:24.44] Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n[03:26.71] Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n[03:29.66] Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n[03:32.38] Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n[03:35.16] I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n[03:37.79] Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n[03:41.07] Open Eddie Kane for hire\n[03:44.55] Been tryna get rich for hours\n[03:49.98] Nights like this I wish\n[03:55.34] Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n[04:03.02] Yo, uh, yo, uh\n[04:13.62] Need the car with no mileage\n[04:16.28] Kristoff on my pallet\n[04:17.47] My cigar full of cabbage\n[04:18.84] Came from the dirt to the carrots\n[04:20.27] Getting 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nothin'\n[03:01.24] F y'all for ever hating me\n[03:04.58] As I sit there while they interrogate me\n[03:06.54] I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n[03:07.64] Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n[03:21.29] New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n[03:24.49] Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n[03:26.75] Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n[03:29.64] Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n[03:32.31] Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n[03:35.13] I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n[03:37.76] Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n[03:41.05] Open Eddie Kane for hire\n[03:44.55] Been tryna get rich for hours\n[03:49.90] Nights like this I wish\n[03:55.36] Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n[04:03.00] Yo, uh, yo, uh\n[04:13.69] Need the car with no mileage\n[04:16.27] Kristoff on my pallet\n[04:17.48] My cigar full of cabbage\n[04:18.87] Came from the dirt to the carrots\n[04:20.22] Getting dirty dollars\n[04:21.52] Fuck different baby mommas\n[04:22.87] Dope between the speakers\n[04:24.46] So fuck you mister teacher\n[04:25.74] Cause the paper, I ace it\n[04:26.97] Lead, they tried to erase it\n[04:28.71] But I'm still standing\n[04:29.76] They mad at everything\n[04:31.38] Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n[04:32.77] On the trees like a hammock\n[04:34.65] Flip the work behind the campus\n[04:35.83] Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n[04:37.34] Gang bang it, don't slang it\n[04:39.90] GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n[04:42.48] Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n[04:43.94] On the road to riches\n[04:45.59] Thank you Mister Reagan\n[04:47.03] You helped them dollars rake in\n[04:48.09] And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n[04:50.02] That shit that you was smokin'\n[04:51.86] I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n[04:53.65] I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n[04:56.66] And your proof is in the pudding\n[04:58.23] I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n[04:59.35] (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n[05:00.83] Standing in the white light and we on\n[05:03.92] And we on\n[05:04.64] And is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:06.80] And we on\n[05:10.70] And is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:12.62] And we on\n[05:15.83] Is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:20.64] Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n[05:23.99] Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n[05:26.59] And I know...\n[05:27.97] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:32.65] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:37.90] Walk right into the light\n[05:46.73] Getting a feeling in the night\n[05:48.44] [?] spice\n[05:51.86] You're my only Christ\n[05:54.79] I have only eyes for you\n[05:57.18] I have only eyes for you\n[05:59.80] Your soul is mine\n[06:01.59] Your soul is mine\n[06:05.16] Mine, mine, mine, mine\n[06:18.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Groovy Tony _ Eddie Kane (feat. 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full of dope, while my burner knee high\nTell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\nI know, I know, big guns sell dope\nEddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n\nOpen Eddie Kane for hire\nBeen tryna get rich for hours\nNights like this I wish\nCocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n\nYo, uh, yo, uh\nNeed the car with no mileage\nKristoff on my pallet\nMy cigar full of cabbage\nCame from the dirt to the carrots\nGetting dirty dollars\nFuck different baby mommas\nDope between the speakers\nSo fuck you mister teacher\nCause the paper, I ace it\nLead, they tried to erase it\nBut I'm still standing\nThey mad at everything\nNothing given, I'mma take it first\nOn the trees like a hammock\nFlip the work behind the campus\nYoung Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\nGang bang it, don't slang it\nGTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\nFuck tryna sneak the K in\nOn the road to riches\nThank you Mister Reagan\nYou helped them dollars rake in\nAnd to my uncle that hooked up the family\nThat shit that you was smokin'\nI was pushin' residue like on the cushion\nI'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\nAnd your proof is in the pudding\nI'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n(Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n\nStanding in the white light and we on\nAnd we on\nAnd is there any other smokers in here?\nAnd we on\nAnd is there any other smokers in here?\nAnd we on\nIs there any other smokers in here?\nKeys open doors on the road to my heart\nDreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\nAnd I know...\nWe're next to go, around, around, around\nWe're next to go, around, around, around\n\nWalk right into the light\nGetting a feeling in the night\n[?] spice\nYou're my only Christ\nI have only eyes for you\nI have only eyes for you\nYour soul is mine\nYour soul is mine\nMine, mine, mine, mine","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.14] Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK\n[00:15.16] Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates\n[00:18.35] PusH 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Tony, no face killer\n[01:06.07] I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n[01:09.62] YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n[01:11.49] Clear everytHing out tHe safe\n[01:12.73] Crack tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids too\n[01:15.12] My Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuH\n[01:19.17] Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougH\n[01:21.50] Lot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl for you\n[01:24.70] And sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digits\n[01:28.71] Pistol tHrougH your Civic\n[01:30.42] Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit\n[01:33.32] Drive slow, oH, Hey\n[01:34.80] Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors\n[01:36.59] Look around now you're Hellbound, boogie down\n[01:39.36] BullsHit I won't allow, slang a bird every Hou'\n[01:42.66] Smack a nigga witH tHe Heat\n[01:44.54] Contradicting, now you peace\n[01:45.71] Leave you triple six laying in defeat\n[01:47.77] Can you dig it?\n[01:49.71] Struck a matcH, tHey won't finisH\n[01:51.12] Drop a nigga off, get a nigga 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tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blown\n[02:20.83] Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone\n[02:21.00] Y'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt\n[02:21.17] UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer\n[02:21.35] I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n[02:22.02] YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n[02:22.50] Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come\n[02:23.55] Body languages, the same as when the shots rung\n[02:26.41] Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun\n[02:29.47] Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah\n[02:32.41] Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave\n[02:36.26] With the Lord and the devil\n[02:37.88] Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel\n[02:40.49] If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)\n[02:43.57] Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)\n[02:47.20] With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)\n[02:50.53] My heart's getting colder\n[02:52.41] When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder\n[02:54.21] You notice I got the, (blank face)\n[02:55.88] I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing\n[02:58.90] I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'\n[03:01.25] F y'all for ever hating me\n[03:04.55] As I sit there while they interrogate me\n[03:06.55] I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n[03:07.65] Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n[03:21.28] New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n[03:24.42] Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n[03:26.72] Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n[03:29.63] Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n[03:32.38] Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n[03:35.13] I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n[03:37.70] Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n[03:41.02] Open Eddie Kane for hire\n[03:44.53] Been tryna get rich for hours\n[03:49.98] Nights like this I wish\n[03:55.37] Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n[04:03.05] Yo, uh, yo, uh\n[04:13.69] Need the car with no mileage\n[04:16.24] Kristoff on my pallet\n[04:17.47] My cigar full of cabbage\n[04:18.86] Came from the dirt to the carrots\n[04:20.25] Getting dirty dollars\n[04:21.53] Fuck different baby mommas\n[04:22.85] Dope between the speakers\n[04:24.44] So fuck you mister teacher\n[04:25.70] Cause the paper, I ace it\n[04:26.97] Lead, they tried to erase it\n[04:28.77] But I'm still standing\n[04:29.71] They mad at everything\n[04:31.38] Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n[04:32.76] On the trees like a hammock\n[04:34.61] Flip the work behind the campus\n[04:35.83] Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n[04:37.31] Gang bang it, don't slang it\n[04:39.97] GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n[04:42.49] Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n[04:43.99] On the road to riches\n[04:45.59] Thank you Mister Reagan\n[04:47.02] You helped them dollars rake in\n[04:48.04] And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n[04:50.09] That shit that you was smokin'\n[04:51.85] I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n[04:53.64] I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n[04:56.60] And your proof is in the pudding\n[04:58.30] I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n[04:59.32] (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n[05:00.88] Standing in the white light and we on\n[05:03.95] And we on\n[05:04.62] And is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:06.81] And we on\n[05:10.72] And is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:12.70] And we on\n[05:15.88] Is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:20.66] Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n[05:23.94] Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n[05:26.52] And I know...\n[05:27.95] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:32.60] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:37.98] Walk right into the light\n[05:46.76] Getting a feeling in the night\n[05:48.48] [?] spice\n[05:51.84] You're my only Christ\n[05:54.78] I have only eyes for you\n[05:57.12] I have only eyes for you\n[05:59.85] Your soul is mine\n[06:01.56] Your soul is mine\n[06:05.11] 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hating me\n[03:04.58] As I sit there while they interrogate me\n[03:06.54] I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n[03:07.64] Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n[03:21.29] New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n[03:24.49] Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n[03:26.75] Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n[03:29.64] Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n[03:32.31] Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n[03:35.13] I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n[03:37.76] Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n[03:41.05] Open Eddie Kane for hire\n[03:44.55] Been tryna get rich for hours\n[03:49.90] Nights like this I wish\n[03:55.36] Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n[04:03.00] Yo, uh, yo, uh\n[04:13.69] Need the car with no mileage\n[04:16.27] Kristoff on my pallet\n[04:17.48] My cigar full of cabbage\n[04:18.87] Came from the dirt to the carrots\n[04:20.22] Getting dirty dollars\n[04:21.52] Fuck different baby mommas\n[04:22.87] Dope between the speakers\n[04:24.46] So fuck you mister teacher\n[04:25.74] Cause the paper, I ace it\n[04:26.97] Lead, they tried to erase it\n[04:28.71] But I'm still standing\n[04:29.76] They mad at everything\n[04:31.38] Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n[04:32.77] On the trees like a hammock\n[04:34.65] Flip the work behind the campus\n[04:35.83] Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n[04:37.34] Gang bang it, don't slang it\n[04:39.90] GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n[04:42.48] Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n[04:43.94] On the road to riches\n[04:45.59] Thank you Mister Reagan\n[04:47.03] You helped them dollars rake in\n[04:48.09] And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n[04:50.02] That shit that you was smokin'\n[04:51.86] I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n[04:53.65] I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n[04:56.66] And your proof is in the pudding\n[04:58.23] I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n[04:59.35] (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n[05:00.83] Standing in the white light and we on\n[05:03.92] And we on\n[05:04.64] And is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:06.80] And we on\n[05:10.70] And is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:12.62] And we on\n[05:15.83] Is there any other smokers in here?\n[05:20.64] Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n[05:23.99] Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n[05:26.59] And I know...\n[05:27.97] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:32.65] We're next to go, around, around, around\n[05:37.90] Walk right into the light\n[05:46.73] Getting a feeling in the night\n[05:48.44] [?] spice\n[05:51.86] You're my only Christ\n[05:54.79] I have only eyes for you\n[05:57.18] I have only eyes for you\n[05:59.80] Your soul is mine\n[06:01.59] Your soul is mine\n[06:05.16] Mine, mine, mine, mine\n[06:18.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane\n  artist: ScHoolboy Q feat. 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Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come\n  Body languages, the same as when the shots rung\n  Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun\n  Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah\n  Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave\n  With the Lord and the devil\n  Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel\n  If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)\n  Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)\n  With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)\n  My heart's getting colder\n  When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder\n  You notice I got the, (blank face)\n  I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing\n  I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'\n  F y'all for ever hating me\n  As I sit there while they interrogate me\n  I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n\n  Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n  New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n  Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n  Five in the morning, feds 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140220\n  end_ms: 140470\n- text: All bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone\n  start_ms: 140470\n  end_ms: 140620\n- text: Real life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blown\n  start_ms: 140620\n  end_ms: 140830\n- text: Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone\n  start_ms: 140830\n  end_ms: 141040\n- text: Y'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt\n  start_ms: 141040\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 141400\n- text: I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n  start_ms: 141400\n  end_ms: 142090\n- text: YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n  start_ms: 142090\n  end_ms: 142590\n- text: Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come\n  start_ms: 142590\n  end_ms: 143560\n- text: Body languages, the same as when the shots rung\n  start_ms: 143560\n  end_ms: 146460\n- text: Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun\n  start_ms: 146460\n  end_ms: 149430\n- text: Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah\n  start_ms: 149430\n  end_ms: 152440\n- text: Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave\n  start_ms: 152440\n  end_ms: 156240\n- text: With the Lord and the devil\n  start_ms: 156240\n  end_ms: 157820\n- text: Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel\n  start_ms: 157820\n  end_ms: 160470\n- text: If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)\n  start_ms: 160470\n  end_ms: 163580\n- text: Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)\n  start_ms: 163580\n  end_ms: 167200\n- text: With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)\n  start_ms: 167200\n  end_ms: 170540\n- text: My heart's getting colder\n  start_ms: 170540\n  end_ms: 172400\n- text: When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder\n  start_ms: 172400\n  end_ms: 174270\n- text: You notice I got the, (blank face)\n  start_ms: 174270\n  end_ms: 175860\n- text: I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing\n  start_ms: 175860\n  end_ms: 178970\n- text: I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'\n  start_ms: 178970\n  end_ms: 181270\n- text: F y'all for ever hating me\n  start_ms: 181270\n  end_ms: 184530\n- text: As I sit there while they interrogate me\n  start_ms: 184530\n  end_ms: 186500\n- text: I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n  start_ms: 186500\n  end_ms: 187630\n- text: Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n  start_ms: 187630\n  end_ms: 201200\n- text: New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n  start_ms: 201200\n  end_ms: 204420\n- text: Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n  start_ms: 204420\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 209640\n- text: Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n  start_ms: 209640\n  end_ms: 212340\n- text: Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n  start_ms: 212340\n  end_ms: 215110\n- text: I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n  start_ms: 215110\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n  start_ms: 217760\n  end_ms: 221080\n- text: Open Eddie Kane for hire\n  start_ms: 221080\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Been tryna get rich for hours\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 229990\n- text: Nights like this I wish\n  start_ms: 229990\n  end_ms: 235370\n- text: Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n  start_ms: 235370\n  end_ms: 243050\n- text: Yo, uh, yo, uh\n  start_ms: 243050\n  end_ms: 253680\n- text: Need the car with no mileage\n  start_ms: 253680\n  end_ms: 256240\n- text: Kristoff on my pallet\n  start_ms: 256240\n  end_ms: 257420\n- text: My cigar full of cabbage\n  start_ms: 257420\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: Came from the dirt to the carrots\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 260280\n- text: Getting dirty dollars\n  start_ms: 260280\n  end_ms: 261580\n- text: Fuck different baby mommas\n  start_ms: 261580\n  end_ms: 262840\n- text: Dope between the speakers\n  start_ms: 262840\n  end_ms: 264460\n- text: So fuck you mister teacher\n  start_ms: 264460\n  end_ms: 265750\n- text: Cause the paper, I ace it\n  start_ms: 265750\n  end_ms: 266940\n- text: Lead, they tried to erase it\n  start_ms: 266940\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: But I'm still standing\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 269760\n- text: They mad at everything\n  start_ms: 269760\n  end_ms: 271310\n- text: Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n  start_ms: 271310\n  end_ms: 272780\n- text: On the trees like a hammock\n  start_ms: 272780\n  end_ms: 274630\n- text: Flip the work behind the campus\n  start_ms: 274630\n  end_ms: 275880\n- text: Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n  start_ms: 275880\n  end_ms: 277310\n- text: Gang bang it, don't slang it\n  start_ms: 277310\n  end_ms: 279940\n- text: GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n  start_ms: 279940\n  end_ms: 282420\n- text: Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n  start_ms: 282420\n  end_ms: 283910\n- text: On the road to riches\n  start_ms: 283910\n  end_ms: 285560\n- text: Thank you Mister Reagan\n  start_ms: 285560\n  end_ms: 287060\n- text: You helped them dollars rake in\n  start_ms: 287060\n  end_ms: 288050\n- text: And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n  start_ms: 288050\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: That shit that you was smokin'\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 291870\n- text: I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n  start_ms: 291870\n  end_ms: 293620\n- text: I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n  start_ms: 293620\n  end_ms: 296690\n- text: And your proof is in the pudding\n  start_ms: 296690\n  end_ms: 298230\n- text: I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n  start_ms: 298230\n  end_ms: 299320\n- text: (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n  start_ms: 299320\n  end_ms: 300870\n- text: Standing in the white light and we on\n  start_ms: 300870\n  end_ms: 303990\n- text: And we on\n  start_ms: 303990\n  end_ms: 304600\n- text: And is there any other smokers in here?\n  start_ms: 304600\n  end_ms: 306810\n- text: And we on\n  start_ms: 306810\n  end_ms: 310720\n- text: And is there any other smokers in here?\n  start_ms: 310720\n  end_ms: 312720\n- text: And we on\n  start_ms: 312720\n  end_ms: 315800\n- text: Is there any other smokers in here?\n  start_ms: 315800\n  end_ms: 320700\n- text: Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n  start_ms: 320700\n  end_ms: 323960\n- text: Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n  start_ms: 323960\n  end_ms: 326570\n- text: And I know...\n  start_ms: 326570\n  end_ms: 327940\n- text: We're next to go, around, around, around\n  start_ms: 327940\n  end_ms: 332610\n- text: We're next to go, around, around, around\n  start_ms: 332610\n  end_ms: 337970\n- text: Walk right into the light\n  start_ms: 337970\n  end_ms: 346710\n- text: Getting a feeling in the night\n  start_ms: 346710\n  end_ms: 348420\n- text: '[?] spice'\n  start_ms: 348420\n  end_ms: 351840\n- text: You're my only Christ\n  start_ms: 351840\n  end_ms: 354740\n- text: I have only eyes for you\n  start_ms: 354740\n  end_ms: 357110\n- text: I have only eyes for you\n  start_ms: 357110\n  end_ms: 359850\n- text: Your soul is mine\n  start_ms: 359850\n  end_ms: 361580\n- text: Your soul is mine\n  start_ms: 361580\n  end_ms: 365130\n- text: Mine, mine, mine, mine\n  start_ms: 365130\n  end_ms: 378660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 378660\nplain: |-\n  Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK\n  Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates\n  PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off\n  Punk-ass cops, tHem crackers want us witH our black off\n  THug life nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bang\n  Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids\n  Crack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell break\n  Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face\n  Cause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two ways\n  Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack tHen\n  Stack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone\n  Can't fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grin\n  Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on\n  All bad bitcHes, tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone\n  Real life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blown\n  Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone\n  Y'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt\n  UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer\n  I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n  YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n\n  Clear everytHing out tHe safe\n  Crack tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids too\n  My Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuH\n  Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougH\n  Lot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl for you\n  And sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digits\n  Pistol tHrougH your Civic\n  Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit\n  Drive slow, oH, Hey\n  Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors\n  Look around now you're Hellbound, boogie down\n  BullsHit I won't allow, slang a bird every Hou'\n  Smack a nigga witH tHe Heat\n  Contradicting, now you peace\n  Leave you triple six laying in defeat\n  Can you dig it?\n  Struck a matcH, tHey won't finisH\n  Drop a nigga off, get a nigga wHipped\n  Squeezing fingertips, aye\n\n  Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK\n  Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates\n  PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off\n  Punk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black off\n  THug life nigga since '96 I want tHe gang bang\n  Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids\n  Crack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell break\n  Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face\n  Cause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two ways\n  Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack tHen\n  Stack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone\n  Can't fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grin\n  Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on\n  All bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone\n  Real life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blown\n  Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone\n  Y'all don't Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt\n  UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer\n  I see tHe money rigHt, ugH\n  YeaH, I'm (Blank Face)\n\n  Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come\n  Body languages, the same as when the shots rung\n  Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun\n  Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah\n  Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave\n  With the Lord and the devil\n  Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel\n  If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)\n  Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)\n  With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)\n  My heart's getting colder\n  When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder\n  You notice I got the, (blank face)\n  I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing\n  I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'\n  F y'all for ever hating me\n  As I sit there while they interrogate me\n  I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)\n\n  Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh\n  New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it\n  Uh, rims flying down the road huh\n  Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh\n  Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high\n  Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die\n  I know, I know, big guns sell dope\n  Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah\n\n  Open Eddie Kane for hire\n  Been tryna get rich for hours\n  Nights like this I wish\n  Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...\n\n  Yo, uh, yo, uh\n  Need the car with no mileage\n  Kristoff on my pallet\n  My cigar full of cabbage\n  Came from the dirt to the carrots\n  Getting dirty dollars\n  Fuck different baby mommas\n  Dope between the speakers\n  So fuck you mister teacher\n  Cause the paper, I ace it\n  Lead, they tried to erase it\n  But I'm still standing\n  They mad at everything\n  Nothing given, I'mma take it first\n  On the trees like a hammock\n  Flip the work behind the campus\n  Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)\n  Gang bang it, don't slang it\n  GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up\n  Fuck tryna sneak the K in\n  On the road to riches\n  Thank you Mister Reagan\n  You helped them dollars rake in\n  And to my uncle that hooked up the family\n  That shit that you was smokin'\n  I was pushin' residue like on the cushion\n  I'mma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings\n  And your proof is in the pudding\n  I'm his grandma's baby, Eddie Kane\n  (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)\n\n  Standing in the white light and we on\n  And we on\n  And is there any other smokers in here?\n  And we on\n  And is there any other smokers in here?\n  And we on\n  Is there any other smokers in here?\n  Keys open doors on the road to my heart\n  Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high\n  And I know...\n  We're next to go, around, around, around\n  We're next to go, around, around, around\n\n  Walk right into the light\n  Getting a feeling in the night\n  [?] spice\n  You're my only Christ\n  I 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