[{"id":6141984,"name":"Never Home","trackName":"Never Home","artistName":"SiR","albumName":"November","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n'Cause you really got me fucked up.\nLike you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\nBut the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n\nTen missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\nDreamin' like I ain't livin' one\nShe ain't have nothin' to say at all\nBut a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\nWhen she hit me, I would pick up my phone\nNothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\nI know that I should call back, but let's face facts\nI don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\nRoad been good to me, good to me\nI know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\nI used to love when she check on me, check on me\nBut nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n\"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background\nI don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\nMost of our conversations don't end well\nShe say she been fine, but I can never tell\n'Cause I'm never home\n\nThere ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\nBecause you're screening my calls.\nMy nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\nWe just gonna play this game?\nLike let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\nYou know what? (I'm never home)\nI am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\nYou know what I'm saying?\n\nI've been in in the Bay for a few days\nThe money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\nAnd Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\nNew slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\nI don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\nLately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\nI'm tryin' not to lose my patience\nBut if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\nShe put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\nShe keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\nShe'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\nNo, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\nI'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\nShe don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\nI'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\nWhen I'm never home\n\nIf you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\nWe're not kids (I'm never home).\nDon't - mind you, we're grown.\nI'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n(I'm never home).\nThis shit is for the birds.\nThis whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\nBecause I can't even get through twenty minutes.\nLike, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\nSo you figure out what you're goin' to do\nBecause I know what I'm gonna do,\nAnd I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\nBecause you got me fucked up","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.88] I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n[00:04.64] 'Cause you really got me fucked up.\n[00:06.46] Like you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\n[00:09.80] But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n[00:15.37] Ten missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\n[00:17.28] Dreamin' like I ain't livin' one\n[00:20.71] She ain't have nothin' to say at all\n[00:23.57] But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\n[00:26.30] When she hit me, I would pick up my phone\n[00:29.15] Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\n[00:31.64] I know that I should call back, but let's face facts\n[00:35.35] I don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\n[00:38.88] Road been good to me, good to me\n[00:41.47] I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\n[00:44.34] I used to love when she check on me, check on me\n[00:47.57] But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n[00:50.27] \"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background\n[00:53.68] I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\n[00:56.83] Most of our conversations don't end well\n[00:59.33] She say she been fine, but I can never tell\n[01:02.58] 'Cause I'm never home\n[01:04.27] There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\n[01:10.02] Because you're screening my calls.\n[01:12.27] My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\n[01:15.32] We just gonna play this game?\n[01:17.06] Like let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\n[01:19.30] You know what? (I'm never home)\n[01:21.27] I am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\n[01:25.33] You know what I'm saying?\n[01:26.96] I've been in in the Bay for a few days\n[01:28.96] The money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\n[01:32.31] And Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\n[01:35.89] New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\n[01:38.63] I don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\n[01:43.12] Lately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\n[01:46.67] I'm tryin' not to lose my patience\n[01:49.02] But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\n[01:52.33] She put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\n[01:55.74] She keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\n[01:59.53] She'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\n[02:02.49] No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\n[02:05.59] I'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\n[02:08.59] She don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\n[02:11.56] I'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\n[02:14.56] When I'm never home\n[02:15.73] If you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\n[02:18.04] We're not kids (I'm never home).\n[02:20.64] Don't - mind you, we're grown.\n[02:24.22] I'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n[02:26.67] (I'm never home).\n[02:27.28] This shit is for the birds.\n[02:28.11] This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\n[02:34.34] Because I can't even get through twenty minutes.\n[02:36.50] Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\n[02:39.07] So you figure out what you're goin' to do\n[02:41.26] Because I know what I'm gonna do,\n[02:42.47] And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\n[02:43.97] Because you got me fucked up\n[02:44.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Home\n  artist: SiR\n  album: November\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n  start_ms: 1880\n  end_ms: 4640\n- text: '''Cause you really got me fucked up.'\n  start_ms: 4640\n  end_ms: 6460\n- text: Like you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\n  start_ms: 6460\n  end_ms: 9800\n- text: But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n  start_ms: 9800\n  end_ms: 15370\n- text: Ten missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\n  start_ms: 15370\n  end_ms: 17280\n- text: Dreamin' like I ain't livin' one\n  start_ms: 17280\n  end_ms: 20710\n- text: She ain't have nothin' to say at all\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 23570\n- text: But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\n  start_ms: 23570\n  end_ms: 26300\n- text: When she hit me, I would pick up my phone\n  start_ms: 26300\n  end_ms: 29150\n- text: Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\n  start_ms: 29150\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: I know that I should call back, but let's face facts\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 35350\n- text: I don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\n  start_ms: 35350\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Road been good to me, good to me\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41470\n- text: I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\n  start_ms: 41470\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: I used to love when she check on me, check on me\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 47570\n- text: But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n  start_ms: 47570\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: '\"See, I don''t know who that bitch is in the background'\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 53680\n- text: I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\n  start_ms: 53680\n  end_ms: 56830\n- text: Most of our conversations don't end well\n  start_ms: 56830\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: She say she been fine, but I can never tell\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 62580\n- text: '''Cause I''m never home'\n  start_ms: 62580\n  end_ms: 64270\n- text: There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\n  start_ms: 64270\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Because you're screening my calls.\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 72270\n- text: My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\n  start_ms: 72270\n  end_ms: 75320\n- text: We just gonna play this game?\n  start_ms: 75320\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: Like let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 79300\n- text: You know what? 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I can't do this shit no more\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 159070\n- text: So you figure out what you're goin' to do\n  start_ms: 159070\n  end_ms: 161260\n- text: Because I know what I'm gonna do,\n  start_ms: 161260\n  end_ms: 162470\n- text: And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\n  start_ms: 162470\n  end_ms: 163970\n- text: Because you got me fucked up\n  start_ms: 163970\n  end_ms: 164630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 164630\nplain: |-\n  I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n  'Cause you really got me fucked up.\n  Like you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\n  But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n\n  Ten missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\n  Dreamin' like I ain't livin' one\n  She ain't have nothin' to say at all\n  But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\n  When she hit me, I would pick up my phone\n  Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\n  I know that I should call back, but let's face facts\n  I don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\n  Road been good to me, good to me\n  I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\n  I used to love when she check on me, check on me\n  But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n  \"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background\n  I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\n  Most of our conversations don't end well\n  She say she been fine, but I can never tell\n  'Cause I'm never home\n\n  There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\n  Because you're screening my calls.\n  My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\n  We just gonna play this game?\n  Like let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\n  You know what? (I'm never home)\n  I am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\n  You know what I'm saying?\n\n  I've been in in the Bay for a few days\n  The money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\n  And Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\n  New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\n  I don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\n  Lately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\n  I'm tryin' not to lose my patience\n  But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\n  She put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\n  She keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\n  She'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\n  No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\n  I'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\n  She don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\n  I'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\n  When I'm never home\n\n  If you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\n  We're not kids (I'm never home).\n  Don't - mind you, we're grown.\n  I'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n  (I'm never home).\n  This shit is for the birds.\n  This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\n  Because I can't even get through twenty minutes.\n  Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\n  So you figure out what you're goin' to do\n  Because I know what I'm gonna do,\n  And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\n  Because you got me fucked up\n"},{"id":27593885,"name":"Never Home","trackName":"Never Home","artistName":"SiR","albumName":"November","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n'Cause you really got me fucked up.\nLike you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\nBut the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n\nTen missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\nDreamin' like I ain't livin' one\nShe ain't have nothin' to say at all\nBut a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\nWhen she hit me, I would pick up my phone\nNothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\nI know that I should call back, but let's face facts\nI don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\nRoad been good to me, good to me\nI know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\nI used to love when she check on me, check on me\nBut nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n\"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background\nI don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\nMost of our conversations don't end well\nShe say she been fine, but I can never tell\n'Cause I'm never home\n\nThere ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\nBecause you're screening my calls.\nMy nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\nWe just gonna play this game?\nLike let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\nYou know what? (I'm never home)\nI am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\nYou know what I'm saying?\n\nI've been in in the Bay for a few days\nThe money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\nAnd Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\nNew slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\nI don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\nLately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\nI'm tryin' not to lose my patience\nBut if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\nShe put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\nShe keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\nShe'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\nNo, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\nI'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\nShe don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\nI'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\nWhen I'm never home\n\nIf you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\nWe're not kids (I'm never home).\nDon't - mind you, we're grown.\nI'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n(I'm never home).\nThis shit is for the birds.\nThis whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\nBecause I can't even get through twenty minutes.\nLike, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\nSo you figure out what you're goin' to do\nBecause I know what I'm gonna do,\nAnd I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\nBecause you got me fucked up","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.88] I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n[00:04.64] 'Cause you really got me fucked up.\n[00:06.46] Like you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\n[00:09.80] But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n[00:15.37] Ten missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\n[00:17.28] Dreamin' like I ain't livin' one\n[00:20.71] She ain't have nothin' to say at all\n[00:23.57] But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\n[00:26.30] When she hit me, I would pick up my phone\n[00:29.15] Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\n[00:31.64] I know that I should call back, but let's face facts\n[00:35.35] I don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\n[00:38.88] Road been good to me, good to me\n[00:41.47] I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\n[00:44.34] I used to love when she check on me, check on me\n[00:47.57] But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n[00:50.27] \"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background\n[00:53.68] I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\n[00:56.83] Most of our conversations don't end well\n[00:59.33] She say she been fine, but I can never tell\n[01:02.58] 'Cause I'm never home\n[01:04.27] There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\n[01:10.02] Because you're screening my calls.\n[01:12.27] My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\n[01:15.32] We just gonna play this game?\n[01:17.06] Like let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\n[01:19.30] You know what? (I'm never home)\n[01:21.27] I am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\n[01:25.33] You know what I'm saying?\n[01:26.96] I've been in in the Bay for a few days\n[01:28.96] The money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\n[01:32.31] And Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\n[01:35.89] New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\n[01:38.63] I don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\n[01:43.12] Lately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\n[01:46.67] I'm tryin' not to lose my patience\n[01:49.02] But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\n[01:52.33] She put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\n[01:55.74] She keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\n[01:59.53] She'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\n[02:02.49] No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\n[02:05.59] I'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\n[02:08.59] She don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\n[02:11.56] I'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\n[02:14.56] When I'm never home\n[02:15.73] If you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\n[02:18.04] We're not kids (I'm never home).\n[02:20.64] Don't - mind you, we're grown.\n[02:24.22] I'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n[02:26.67] (I'm never home).\n[02:27.28] This shit is for the birds.\n[02:28.11] This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\n[02:34.34] Because I can't even get through twenty minutes.\n[02:36.50] Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\n[02:39.07] So you figure out what you're goin' to do\n[02:41.26] Because I know what I'm gonna do,\n[02:42.47] And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\n[02:43.97] Because you got me fucked up\n[02:44.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Home\n  artist: SiR\n  album: November\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n  start_ms: 1880\n  end_ms: 4640\n- text: '''Cause you really got me fucked up.'\n  start_ms: 4640\n  end_ms: 6460\n- text: Like you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\n  start_ms: 6460\n  end_ms: 9800\n- text: But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n  start_ms: 9800\n  end_ms: 15370\n- text: Ten missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\n  start_ms: 15370\n  end_ms: 17280\n- text: Dreamin' like I ain't livin' one\n  start_ms: 17280\n  end_ms: 20710\n- text: She ain't have nothin' to say at all\n  start_ms: 20710\n  end_ms: 23570\n- text: But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\n  start_ms: 23570\n  end_ms: 26300\n- text: When she hit me, I would pick up my phone\n  start_ms: 26300\n  end_ms: 29150\n- text: Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\n  start_ms: 29150\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: I know that I should call back, but let's face facts\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 35350\n- text: I don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\n  start_ms: 35350\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: Road been good to me, good to me\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41470\n- text: I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\n  start_ms: 41470\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: I used to love when she check on me, check on me\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 47570\n- text: But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n  start_ms: 47570\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: '\"See, I don''t know who that bitch is in the background'\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 53680\n- text: I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\n  start_ms: 53680\n  end_ms: 56830\n- text: Most of our conversations don't end well\n  start_ms: 56830\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: She say she been fine, but I can never tell\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 62580\n- text: '''Cause I''m never home'\n  start_ms: 62580\n  end_ms: 64270\n- text: There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\n  start_ms: 64270\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Because you're screening my calls.\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 72270\n- text: My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\n  start_ms: 72270\n  end_ms: 75320\n- text: We just gonna play this game?\n  start_ms: 75320\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: Like let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 79300\n- text: You know what? (I'm never home)\n  start_ms: 79300\n  end_ms: 81270\n- text: I am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\n  start_ms: 81270\n  end_ms: 85330\n- text: You know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 85330\n  end_ms: 86960\n- text: I've been in in the Bay for a few days\n  start_ms: 86960\n  end_ms: 88960\n- text: The money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\n  start_ms: 88960\n  end_ms: 92310\n- text: And Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\n  start_ms: 92310\n  end_ms: 95890\n- text: New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\n  start_ms: 95890\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: I don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 103120\n- text: Lately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\n  start_ms: 103120\n  end_ms: 106670\n- text: I'm tryin' not to lose my patience\n  start_ms: 106670\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 112330\n- text: She put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\n  start_ms: 112330\n  end_ms: 115740\n- text: She keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\n  start_ms: 115740\n  end_ms: 119530\n- text: She'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\n  start_ms: 119530\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: I'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 128590\n- text: She don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\n  start_ms: 128590\n  end_ms: 131560\n- text: I'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\n  start_ms: 131560\n  end_ms: 134560\n- text: When I'm never home\n  start_ms: 134560\n  end_ms: 135730\n- text: If you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\n  start_ms: 135730\n  end_ms: 138040\n- text: We're not kids (I'm never home).\n  start_ms: 138040\n  end_ms: 140640\n- text: Don't - mind you, we're grown.\n  start_ms: 140640\n  end_ms: 144220\n- text: I'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n  start_ms: 144220\n  end_ms: 146670\n- text: (I'm never home).\n  start_ms: 146670\n  end_ms: 147280\n- text: This shit is for the birds.\n  start_ms: 147280\n  end_ms: 148110\n- text: This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\n  start_ms: 148110\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Because I can't even get through twenty minutes.\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 159070\n- text: So you figure out what you're goin' to do\n  start_ms: 159070\n  end_ms: 161260\n- text: Because I know what I'm gonna do,\n  start_ms: 161260\n  end_ms: 162470\n- text: And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\n  start_ms: 162470\n  end_ms: 163970\n- text: Because you got me fucked up\n  start_ms: 163970\n  end_ms: 164630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 164630\nplain: |-\n  I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,\n  'Cause you really got me fucked up.\n  Like you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck\n  But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious about this...\n\n  Ten missed calls, I fell asleep (damn)\n  Dreamin' like I ain't livin' one\n  She ain't have nothin' to say at all\n  But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week\n  When she hit me, I would pick up my phone\n  Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone\n  I know that I should call back, but let's face facts\n  I don't really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'\n  Road been good to me, good to me\n  I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life\n  I used to love when she check on me, check on me\n  But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white\n  \"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background\n  I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel\"\n  Most of our conversations don't end well\n  She say she been fine, but I can never tell\n  'Cause I'm never home\n\n  There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute\n  Because you're screening my calls.\n  My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?\n  We just gonna play this game?\n  Like let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...\n  You know what? (I'm never home)\n  I am not goin' to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,\n  You know what I'm saying?\n\n  I've been in in the Bay for a few days\n  The money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top\n  And Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta\n  New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave\n  I don't need nobody fuckin' up my concentration\n  Lately I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space\n  I'm tryin' not to lose my patience\n  But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish line\n  She put me in a mood when I'm feelin' fine\n  She keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I'm thinkin'\n  She'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linkin'\n  No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't lockin'\n  I'm all for boxin', but this fight ain't stoppin'\n  She don't wanna spaz, but she running out of gas\n  I'm tryna make it last, but why should we do that\n  When I'm never home\n\n  If you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.\n  We're not kids (I'm never home).\n  Don't - mind you, we're grown.\n  I'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred times a day\n  (I'm never home).\n  This shit is for the birds.\n  This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working\n  Because I can't even get through twenty minutes.\n  Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do this shit no more\n  So you figure out what you're goin' to do\n  Because I know what I'm gonna do,\n  And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin' voicemail\n  Because you got me fucked up\n"}]