[{"id":12168472,"name":"Steer (feat. Rush Davis)","trackName":"Steer (feat. Rush Davis)","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Scarface BrotherMob","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)\nI'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)\nEverything is hazy and I can't see my lanes\nDemons got me seeing devil in the rain\nIf I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel\nLord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer)\nLord if you hear me, steer\n\nI think I need to resign feeling right\nMy conscious is at easy saying live your life\nGot everything I ain't miss much, bra\nGot my little paper back I ain't feeling fucked up\nMy woman got my back so I ain't stressed out\nSide looking in, you can say I'm blessed this time\nCareer still intact got my street cred\nWent on with life thinking that deeds dead\nBut every now and then I get flash backs\nAnd down on my knees in the Asfault\nGod keep my head on cause I don't wanna spaz out\n\nLoad back up that 45 and air a nigga ass out\n\nStaring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)\nI'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)\nEverything is hazy and I can't see my lanes\nDemons got me seeing devil in the rain\nIf I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel\n\nLord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer)\nLord if you hear me, steer\n\nAwakened me by the sound of the siren\nHelicopter spotlights illuminate crime scene\nCrowd gathers 'round tryin' to find out what the fuck is happenin'\nWait a minute, time out\nI looked a little closer at my t-shirt\nI see sports of blood, it's now startin' to bleed words\nI'm lost I got blood on my hands, though\nAnd then the camera man starts to pan slow\nRealizing what I'm up against\n\nI guess I'm just have to face the consequence\nStep back to reality\nI gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me\n\nParanoid, got me running for my life now\nHomicide, questioning my mama and my wife now\nParking lot, full of cops, got the dogs out\nRunning, chest burning, out of breath\nAbout to fall out\nHit the corner, parked car at the stop sign\nGoing back to jail ain't the plan, so the outline\nIs to come up with something so I escpape this or\n\nHandcuffed fuck that I ain't better take shit\nI rather be carried by a six feet judged by twelve, get in that cell\nOr maybe they gon' gun a nigga down\n'Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial\n\nStaring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)\nI'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)\nEverything is hazy and I can't see my lanes\nDemons got me seeing devil in the rain\nIf I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel\nLord if you hear me, steer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Steer (feat. 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out\n\n  Load back up that 45 and air a nigga ass out\n\n  Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)\n  I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)\n  Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes\n  Demons got me seeing devil in the rain\n  If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel\n\n  Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer)\n  Lord if you hear me, steer\n\n  Awakened me by the sound of the siren\n  Helicopter spotlights illuminate crime scene\n  Crowd gathers 'round tryin' to find out what the fuck is happenin'\n  Wait a minute, time out\n  I looked a little closer at my t-shirt\n  I see sports of blood, it's now startin' to bleed words\n  I'm lost I got blood on my hands, though\n  And then the camera man starts to pan slow\n  Realizing what I'm up against\n\n  I guess I'm just have to face the consequence\n  Step back to reality\n  I gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me\n\n  Paranoid, got me running for my life 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I looked a little closer at my t-shirt\n  I see sports of blood, it's now startin' to bleed words\n  I'm lost I got blood on my hands, though\n  And then the camera man starts to pan slow\n  Realizing what I'm up against\n\n  I guess I'm just have to face the consequence\n  Step back to reality\n  I gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me\n\n  Paranoid, got me running for my life now\n  Homicide, questioning my mama and my wife now\n  Parking lot, full of cops, got the dogs out\n  Running, chest burning, out of breath\n  About to fall out\n  Hit the corner, parked car at the stop sign\n  Going back to jail ain't the plan, so the outline\n  Is to come up with something so I escpape this or\n\n  Handcuffed fuck that I ain't better take shit\n  I rather be carried by a six feet judged by twelve, get in that cell\n  Or maybe they gon' gun a nigga down\n  'Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial\n\n  Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)\n  I'm feeling mad 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