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That shit raw\n  Look through my mothafuckin' eyes\n  Vision impaired by the high\n  No cares on my mind\n  Couple dares, that is fine\n  My picture was in full frame\n  But my vision had distort\n  My memory is okay\n  But my feelings on point\n  I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go\n  Oh lord!\n  You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold\n  No lord!\n  I see faces at my window\n  My patience growin' short\n  I had no one to lend on\n  That's why that chip is so cold\n  Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros\n  Oh lord!\n  Guess that's my curtain call, my last go\n  Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?\n  Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?\n"},{"id":10050548,"name":"TorcH","trackName":"TorcH","artistName":"ScHoolboy Q","albumName":"Blank Face","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face\nBlank face, blank face, blank face, blank face\nBlank face, blank face\nI'll trade the noise for a piece of divine\nUh!\n\nThis that \"Fuck the blogs\"\nThe afterbell, we hang in halls\nUnderage, smokin' weed and alcohol\nGrandma sweeped shells out the driveway\nOne of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade\nI can take you spots where gangsters walk\nThe real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close\nWhere the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked\nNow she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane\nI ain't been right since out the cervix\nI know a M can make it perfect\nIt came through more than the one I worship\nYou I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold\nHe got the runny nose\nSummertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes\nI swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes\nMy money short\nMissin' the days of honey oats\nDollar bills in mama's coat\nCartoons and bubble soap\nThis be the realest shit I wrote\nThis be that ride that hunnid spoke\nRed and blue from head to toe\n\nWho needs a mothafuckin' friend?\nYou see them mothafuckin' rims\nMet the devil in disguise\nLook through my mothafuckin' eyes\n\nLook at my eyes, look at my block\nLook at my shit, cold\nBustin' these nines, true to my life\nWord to my pen so\nTake what you want, get what you like\nOpen that window\nThat shit raw\nAin't it? That shit raw\nLook through my mothafuckin' eyes\nVision impaired by the high\nNo cares on my mind\nCouple dares, that is fine\n\nThis shit from 'round the back house\nMore baggies bagged and that roach\nIn granny's plastic suede couch\nBest play cat and that mouse\nA minor pitchin' in major\nStay servin' dope but we cater\nTake you back to my sega\nSlammin' bones on that table\nRunnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's\nForced to grow to a man\nBefore L.A. had them Rams\nWent to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal\nLungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store\nMy haters came for the better and money came for the loads\nConcrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold\nFucked up the game with many flow\nI've been a loc since Henry O\nI'm ten toes, you movie role\nI do this shit for lifers way before\nJehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke\nGot so many bodies the world knows, shit\nDon't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath\nBut our dreams were big, homie\nThe world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me\n\nWho needs a mothafuckin' friend?\nYou see them mothafuckin' rims\nMet the devil in disguise\nLook through my mothafuckin' eyes\n\nLook at my eyes, look at my block\nLook at my shit, cold\nBustin' these nines, true to my life\nWord to my pen so\nTake what you want, get what you like\nOpen that window\nThat shit raw\nAin't it? That shit raw\nLook through my mothafuckin' eyes\nVision impaired by the high\nNo cares on my mind\nCouple dares, that is fine\n\nMy picture was in full frame\nBut my vision had distort\nMy memory is okay\nBut my feelings on point\nI could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go\nOh lord!\nYou don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold\nNo lord!\nI see faces at my window\nMy patience growin' short\nI had no one to lend on\nThat's why that chip is so cold\nKinda like the cool king on my fallen bros\nOh lord!\nGuess that's my curtain call, my last go\nAin't this shit what you wanted to see?\nAin't this shit what you wanted to see?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: TorcH\n  artist: ScHoolboy Q\n  album: Blank Face\n  duration_ms: 333000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face\n  Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face\n  Blank face, blank face\n  I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine\n  Uh!\n\n  This that \"Fuck the blogs\"\n  The afterbell, we hang in halls\n  Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol\n  Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway\n  One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade\n  I can take you spots where gangsters walk\n  The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close\n  Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked\n  Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane\n  I ain't been right since out the cervix\n  I know a M can make it perfect\n  It came through more than the one I worship\n  You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold\n  He got the runny nose\n  Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes\n  I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes\n  My money short\n  Missin' the days of honey oats\n  Dollar bills in mama's coat\n  Cartoons and bubble soap\n  This be the realest shit I wrote\n  This be that ride that hunnid spoke\n  Red and blue from head to toe\n\n  Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?\n  You see them mothafuckin' rims\n  Met the devil in disguise\n  Look through my mothafuckin' eyes\n\n  Look at my eyes, look at my block\n  Look at my shit, cold\n  Bustin' these nines, true to my life\n  Word to my pen so\n  Take what you want, get what you like\n  Open that window\n  That shit raw\n  Ain't it? That shit raw\n  Look through my mothafuckin' eyes\n  Vision impaired by the high\n  No cares on my mind\n  Couple dares, that is fine\n\n  This shit from 'round the back house\n  More baggies bagged and that roach\n  In granny's plastic suede couch\n  Best play cat and that mouse\n  A minor pitchin' in major\n  Stay servin' dope but we cater\n  Take you back to my sega\n  Slammin' bones on that table\n  Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's\n  Forced to grow to a man\n  Before L.A. had them Rams\n  Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal\n  Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store\n  My haters came for the better and money came for the loads\n  Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold\n  Fucked up the game with many flow\n  I've been a loc since Henry O\n  I'm ten toes, you movie role\n  I do this shit for lifers way before\n  Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke\n  Got so many bodies the world knows, shit\n  Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath\n  But our dreams were big, homie\n  The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me\n\n  Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?\n  You see them mothafuckin' rims\n  Met the devil in disguise\n  Look through my mothafuckin' eyes\n\n  Look at my eyes, look at my block\n  Look at my shit, cold\n  Bustin' these nines, true to my life\n  Word to my pen so\n  Take what you want, get what you like\n  Open that window\n  That shit raw\n  Ain't it? 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