[{"id":36611266,"name":"Angels Come Calling [Prod. By DJ Khalil]","trackName":"Angels Come Calling [Prod. By DJ Khalil]","artistName":"Xzibit, B Real & Demrick (Serial Killers)","albumName":"Xzibit, B Real & Demrick (Serial Killers) - Serial Killers Vol. 1","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide,\nAlways remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time\nSee tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it\nThat's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling\n'Til them angels come calling, for me\n\nIndeed I been here before so much of the same shit\nPeople say they want a war but they busting the same clips\nBut really the game split with so many blame shits\nDistinction is no more in, so many name slip\nBut I'm kicking in the door I don't have to explain this\nI'm leaving, they stayin flowing as soon as the pain hits\nI'm coming for crowns and you're scared at the reign bitch\nI'm like kobe with the ball, I shouted the dream squish\nI do this in fame which, it's truly a strange ditch\nThis game it's so thankless but I put up a raised fist\nOne thing will rerises man ...\nThis is your brain on me, this high as your brain get's\nWith one life, listen, my mission — invade whip\nThey call me greenthumb son, don't play I'm a layin tricking\nWhen the breakdown come, its the end of your fame slip\n\nIt's all out war for what I believe in\nAt the liqour store serving up doses, fienin\nWhen the cops come we start bobbing and weaving\nRunning and ducking, weed got me coughing and weezin\nWhy you try speak about the predicament we in\nMost time you ever spend in a city's a weekend\nAnd I swear to God they all try to push me off of the deep end\nCuz at your lowest point is when this wild thoughts creep in\nCould my mind be playin tricks on me\nCuz I feel like somebody coming for me\nThat's why I treat every day like my last day\nMore chatter with less suffer get it the fast way\nBefore my flame gets put out like a ashtray\nI'mma make this song, let's go and get the world a gasface\nYou stuck runnin in last places\nAnd Don't nobody give a fuck what your ass say\nDo you think you can wild out and act safe\nCuz in that case give me that motherfucking gun","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Angels Come Calling [Prod. By DJ Khalil]\n  artist: Xzibit, B Real & Demrick (Serial Killers)\n  album: Xzibit, B Real & Demrick (Serial Killers) - Serial Killers Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide,\n  Always remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time\n  See tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it\n  That's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling\n  'Til them angels come calling, for me\n\n  Indeed I been here before so much of the same shit\n  People say they want a war but they busting the same clips\n  But really the game split with so many blame shits\n  Distinction is no more in, so many name slip\n  But I'm kicking in the door I don't have to explain this\n  I'm leaving, they stayin flowing as soon as the pain hits\n  I'm coming for crowns and you're scared at the reign bitch\n  I'm like kobe with the ball, I shouted the dream squish\n  I do this in fame which, it's truly a strange ditch\n  This game it's so thankless but I put up a raised fist\n  One thing will rerises man ...\n  This is your brain on me, this high as your brain get's\n  With one life, listen, my mission — invade whip\n  They call me greenthumb son, don't play I'm a layin tricking\n  When the breakdown come, its the end of your fame slip\n\n  It's all out war for what I believe in\n  At the liqour store serving up doses, fienin\n  When the cops come we start bobbing and weaving\n  Running and ducking, weed got me coughing and weezin\n  Why you try speak about the predicament we in\n  Most time you ever spend in a city's a weekend\n  And I swear to God they all try to push me off of the deep end\n  Cuz at your lowest point is when this wild thoughts creep in\n  Could my mind be playin tricks on me\n  Cuz I feel like somebody coming for me\n  That's why I treat every day like my last day\n  More chatter with less suffer get it the fast way\n  Before my flame gets put out like a ashtray\n  I'mma make this song, let's go and get the world a gasface\n  You stuck runnin in last places\n  And Don't nobody give a fuck what your ass say\n  Do you think you can wild out and act safe\n  Cuz in that case give me that motherfucking gun\n"},{"id":31900796,"name":"Angels Come Calling","trackName":"Angels Come Calling","artistName":"Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick","albumName":"Serial Killers Vol. 1","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide,\nAlways remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time\nSee tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it\nThat's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling\n'Til them angels come calling, for me\n\nIndeed I been here before so much of the same shit\nPeople say they want a war but they busting the same clips\nBut really the game split with so many blame shits\nDistinction is no more in, so many name slip\nBut I'm kicking in the door I don't have to explain this\nI'm leaving, they stayin flowing as soon as the pain hits\nI'm coming for crowns and you're scared at the reign bitch\nI'm like kobe with the ball, I shouted the dream squish\nI do this in fame which, it's truly a strange ditch\nThis game it's so thankless but I put up a raised fist\nOne thing will rerises man ...\nThis is your brain on me, this high as your brain get's\nWith one life, listen, my mission — invade whip\nThey call me greenthumb son, don't play I'm a layin tricking\nWhen the breakdown come, its the end of your fame slip\n\nIt's all out war for what I believe in\nAt the liqour store serving up doses, fienin\nWhen the cops come we start bobbing and weaving\nRunning and ducking, weed got me coughing and weezin\nWhy you try speak about the predicament we in\nMost time you ever spend in a city's a weekend\nAnd I swear to God they all try to push me off of the deep end\nCuz at your lowest point is when this wild thoughts creep in\nCould my mind be playin tricks on me\nCuz I feel like somebody coming for me\nThat's why I treat every day like my last day\nMore chatter with less suffer get it the fast way\nBefore my flame gets put out like a ashtray\nI'mma make this song, let's go and get the world a gasface\nYou stuck runnin in last places\nAnd Don't nobody give a fuck what your ass say\nDo you think you can wild out and act safe\nCuz in that case give me that motherfucking gun","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Angels Come Calling\n  artist: Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick\n  album: Serial Killers Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide,\n  Always remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time\n  See tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it\n  That's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling\n  'Til them angels come calling, for me\n\n  Indeed I been here before so much of the same shit\n  People say they want a war but they busting the same clips\n  But really the game split with so many blame shits\n  Distinction is no more in, so many name slip\n  But I'm kicking in the door I don't have to explain this\n  I'm leaving, they stayin flowing as soon as the pain hits\n  I'm coming for crowns and you're scared at the reign bitch\n  I'm like kobe with the ball, I shouted the dream squish\n  I do this in fame which, it's truly a strange ditch\n  This game it's so thankless but I put up a raised fist\n  One thing will rerises man ...\n  This is your brain on me, this high as your brain get's\n  With one life, listen, my mission — invade whip\n  They call me greenthumb son, don't play I'm a layin tricking\n  When the breakdown come, its the end of your fame slip\n\n  It's all out war for what I believe in\n  At the liqour store serving up doses, fienin\n  When the cops come we start bobbing and weaving\n  Running and ducking, weed got me coughing and weezin\n  Why you try speak about the predicament we in\n  Most time you ever spend in a city's a weekend\n  And I swear to God they all try to push me off of the deep end\n  Cuz at your lowest point is when this wild thoughts creep in\n  Could my mind be playin tricks on me\n  Cuz I feel like somebody coming for me\n  That's why I treat every day like my last day\n  More chatter with less suffer get it the fast way\n  Before my flame gets put out like a ashtray\n  I'mma make this song, let's go and get the world a gasface\n  You stuck runnin in last places\n  And Don't nobody give a fuck what your ass say\n  Do you think you can wild out and act safe\n  Cuz in that case give me that motherfucking gun\n"}]