[{"id":25773095,"name":"Raindrops","trackName":"Raindrops","artistName":"Slaughterhouse","albumName":"Slaughterhouse","duration":300.199184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye, aye, aye\nAye, aye, aye\nAye, aye, aye\nAye, aye, aye\nAye, aye, aye\nAye, aye, aye\n\nRaindrops on the pillow of my bed\nStill tryin' to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on fallin'\nSaid they keep on fallin'\nAnd they keep on fallin'\nSaid they keep on fallin'\nSlaughterhouse, yo\n\nI'm a product of when a nigga momma gives up\nCryin', layin' in the trash with the lid shut\nAin't got no family, my mind is tender\nMy daddy's invisible, my moms is Brenda, uhh\nIf I survive I'ma grow into what\nSociety considers trash, the rope is to us\n\nThat mean I'm hangin' myself by livin'\nThe noose is gettin' murdered, that or goin' to prison\nMy mind's controlled 'fore I learned mind control\nWhat you call livin' life, I call dyin' slow\n\nI'm genetically predisposed\nThe reaper the only thing that can ease my soul\nFreezin' cold\nFeelin' like I was given life, and if I take it at least I chose\nI'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\nRaindrops on the pillow of my bed\nStill tryin' to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on fallin'\nSaid they keep on fallin'\nAnd they keep on fallin'\nFallin', fallin'\n\nDear auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow\nBefore you died, it's like your body was mine to borrow\nLike I jumped in your physical shell\nWhile you was goin' through miserable hell, sayin' goodbye to tomorrow\n\nEvery day it makes me sad, angry, mad\nHow you was sent to Heaven's sacred path\nDuct-taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed\nBody draped in blood, what a fate to have\nSuch a pitiful end, I'm poppin' Ritalin like they Skittles\n'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again\nAnd it's difficult, killin' is the wickedest biblical sin\nI'm talkin' 'bout momma's identical twin\n\nI see your face when I look at her\n\nHer reminder of how I been in the cold since fourteen years old\nI'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\nRest in peace, Cha Cha\n\nRaindrops on the pillow of my bed\nStill tryin' to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on fallin'\nSaid they keep on fallin'\nAnd they keep on fallin'\nFallin', fallin'\n\nNah, I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan\nNo father around to teach me how to be a man\nWe was too high, didn't know where we would land\nSprayin' coke on the weed so niggas didn't see a plant\nAlcoholic child, raised off of sugar water\n\nHit it so you would just thought of how good he was for her\nCoulda woulda oughta, one track mind\nThey say, \"Man, how many cats buy the hooker for a quarter?\"\nAnd now I'm writin' a book and the hood's the author\nCall the obvious poker face, look of torture\nTeach you how to climb your way out that ditch then\nMe, all I need is this pen and thick skin\nBein' so bright could mean you lip dim\n'Cause you start tryin' to figure out a figment\nI'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n\n'Til then all I hear is wind and raindrops\n\nRaindrops on the pillow of my bed\nStill tryin' to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on fallin'\nFallin', fallin'\nFallin', fallin'\n\nCheck it out, I'm still waitin' on my dad to get back\nHe went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that\nNever single moms, public assisted, the rent wasn't consistent\nSo they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard\n\nMy sneakers leaned, the rubber was missin'\nNo one-on-ones, they always jumped me\nNo brothers or sisters to hold me down\nAlone with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes\nGunshots had me sleepwalkin', I hate wakes\nA whole lot of cryin', police chokin' that fake gape\nAmbulance never on time, they like a day late\nMy cousin have to vacate my best friend since age eight\n\nSometimes I can't hold 'em, I kid you not\nI get swollen, holdin' on a tissue box, somebody get a mop\nI'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\nRaindrops on the pillow of my bed\nStill tryin' to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on fallin'\nSaid they keep on fallin'\nAnd they keep on fallin'\nFallin', yeah\nSaid they keep on fallin'\n\nAnd they keep on\nAnd the raindrops keep on fallin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Raindrops\n  artist: Slaughterhouse\n  album: Slaughterhouse\n  duration_ms: 300199\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  Slaughterhouse, yo\n\n  I'm a product of when a nigga momma gives up\n  Cryin', layin' in the trash with the lid shut\n  Ain't got no family, my mind is tender\n  My daddy's invisible, my moms is Brenda, uhh\n  If I survive I'ma grow into what\n  Society considers trash, the rope is to us\n\n  That mean I'm hangin' myself by livin'\n  The noose is gettin' murdered, that or goin' to prison\n  My mind's controlled 'fore I learned mind control\n  What you call livin' life, I call dyin' slow\n\n  I'm genetically predisposed\n  The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul\n  Freezin' cold\n  Feelin' like I was given life, and if I take it at least I chose\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n\n  Dear auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow\n  Before you died, it's like your body was mine to borrow\n  Like I jumped in your physical shell\n  While you was goin' through miserable hell, sayin' goodbye to tomorrow\n\n  Every day it makes me sad, angry, mad\n  How you was sent to Heaven's sacred path\n  Duct-taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed\n  Body draped in blood, what a fate to have\n  Such a pitiful end, I'm poppin' Ritalin like they Skittles\n  'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again\n  And it's difficult, killin' is the wickedest biblical sin\n  I'm talkin' 'bout momma's identical twin\n\n  I see your face when I look at her\n\n  Her reminder of how I been in the cold since fourteen years old\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\n  Rest in peace, Cha Cha\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n\n  Nah, I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan\n  No father around to teach me how to be a man\n  We was too high, didn't know where we would land\n  Sprayin' coke on the weed so niggas didn't see a plant\n  Alcoholic child, raised off of sugar water\n\n  Hit it so you would just thought of how good he was for her\n  Coulda woulda oughta, one track mind\n  They say, \"Man, how many cats buy the hooker for a quarter?\"\n  And now I'm writin' a book and the hood's the author\n  Call the obvious poker face, look of torture\n  Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then\n  Me, all I need is this pen and thick skin\n  Bein' so bright could mean you lip dim\n  'Cause you start tryin' to figure out a figment\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n\n  'Til then all I hear is wind and raindrops\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n\n  Check it out, I'm still waitin' on my dad to get back\n  He went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that\n  Never single moms, public assisted, the rent wasn't consistent\n  So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard\n\n  My sneakers leaned, the rubber was missin'\n  No one-on-ones, they always jumped me\n  No brothers or sisters to hold me down\n  Alone with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes\n  Gunshots had me sleepwalkin', I hate wakes\n  A whole lot of cryin', police chokin' that fake gape\n  Ambulance never on time, they like a day late\n  My cousin have to vacate my best friend since age eight\n\n  Sometimes I can't hold 'em, I kid you not\n  I get swollen, holdin' on a tissue box, somebody get a mop\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', yeah\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n\n  And they keep on\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":34790543,"name":"Raindrops","trackName":"Raindrops","artistName":"Slaughterhouse Novel","albumName":"Slaughterhouse","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tear drops in the pillow on my bed\nStill trying to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on falling\n\nI said they keep on falling\nAnd they keep on falling\nI said they keep on falling\nSlaughterhouse, yo\n\nI'm the product of when a nigga mama gives up\nCrying, laying in the trash with the lid shut\nAin't got no family, my mind is tender\nMy daddy's invisible, my Mom's is Brenda, uh.\n\nIf I survive I'm grow into what\nSociety considers trash, the rope is to us\nThat mean I'm hanging myself by living\nThe noose is getting murdered, that or going to prison\n\nMy mind's controlled before I learned mind control\nWhat you call living life, I call dying slow\nI'm genetically predisposed\nThe reaper the only thing that can ease my soul, freezing cold\n\nFeeling like I was given life\nAnd if I take it, at least I choose\nI'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops\n\nTear drops in the pillow on my bed\nStill trying to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on falling\n\nI said they keep on falling\nAnd they keep on falling, falling\n'Cause this is my pain\n\nDear Auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow\nBefore you died, it's like your body was mine to borrow\nLike I jumped in your physical shell while you was\nGoing through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow\n\nEveryday it makes me sad, angry, mad\nHow you were sent to heaven's sacred path\nDuct taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed\nBody draped in blood, what a fate to have\n\nSuch a pitiful end, I'm popping Ritalin like they Skittles\n'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again\nAnd it's difficult, killing is the wickedest Biblical sin\nI'm talking about Mama's identical twin\n\nI see your face when I look at her\nHer reminder of how I've been in the cold since 14 years old\nI swear to God, I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops\nRest in peace, Chacha\n\nTear drops in the pillow on my bed\nStill trying to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on falling\nYeah, they keep on falling\nYeah, they keep on falling, falling, falling, yeah\n\nNah, I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan\nNo father around to teach me how to be a man\nWe was too high, didn't know where we would land\nScraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a plant\n\nAlcoholic's child raise off of sugar water\nHeaded to you and just thought about how good he was brought up\nCoulda, woulda, outta one track mind\nThey say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter\n\nAnd now I'm writing a book and the hood's the author\nCalled the 'Obvious Poker Face, The Look of Torture'\nTeach you how to climb your way out that ditch then\nMe all I need is this pen and thick skin\n\nBeing so bright could mean you lit then\n'Cause you start trying to figure out a figment\nI'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops\n\nTear drops in the pillow on my bed\nStill trying to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on falling, falling, falling, falling\n\nCheck it out, I'm still waiting on my dad to get back\nHe went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that\nAnother single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent\nSo they had us back and forth in court in the months of the blizzard\n\nMy sneakers leaned, the rubber was missing\nNo one on ones, they always jumped me\nNo brothers and sisters to hold me down\nAlong with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes\n\nGun shots and me sleep walking, I hate weights\nA whole lot of crying, police chalking that fake tape\nAmbulance never on time, they like a day late\nMy cousin had to vacate, my best friend since age eight\n\nSometimes I can't hold them I kid you not\nEyes get swollen holding on that tissue box, somebody get a mop\nI'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops\n\nTear drops in the pillow on my bed\nStill trying to keep my head up\nKnow you'd rather see me dead\nAnd the raindrops keep on falling\n\nYeah, they keep on falling, they keep on falling\nFalling, yeah, they keep on falling\nAnd they keep on, and the raindrops keep on falling\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Raindrops\n  artist: Slaughterhouse Novel\n  album: Slaughterhouse\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Tear drops in the pillow on my bed\n  Still trying to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on falling\n\n  I said they keep on falling\n  And they keep on falling\n  I said they keep on falling\n  Slaughterhouse, yo\n\n  I'm the product of when a nigga mama gives up\n  Crying, laying in the trash with the lid shut\n  Ain't got no family, my mind is tender\n  My daddy's invisible, my Mom's is Brenda, uh.\n\n  If I survive I'm grow into what\n  Society considers trash, the rope is to us\n  That mean I'm hanging myself by living\n  The noose is getting murdered, that or going to prison\n\n  My mind's controlled before I learned mind control\n  What you call living life, I call dying slow\n  I'm genetically predisposed\n  The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul, freezing cold\n\n  Feeling like I was given life\n  And if I take it, at least I choose\n  I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops\n\n  Tear drops in the pillow on my bed\n  Still trying to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on falling\n\n  I said they keep on falling\n  And they keep on falling, falling\n  'Cause this is my pain\n\n  Dear Auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow\n  Before you died, it's like your body was mine to borrow\n  Like I jumped in your physical shell while you was\n  Going through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow\n\n  Everyday it makes me sad, angry, mad\n  How you were sent to heaven's sacred path\n  Duct taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed\n  Body draped in blood, what a fate to have\n\n  Such a pitiful end, I'm popping Ritalin like they Skittles\n  'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again\n  And it's difficult, killing is the wickedest Biblical sin\n  I'm talking about Mama's identical twin\n\n  I see your face when I look at her\n  Her reminder of how I've been in the cold since 14 years old\n  I swear to God, I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops\n  Rest in peace, Chacha\n\n  Tear drops in the pillow on my bed\n  Still trying to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on falling\n  Yeah, they keep on falling\n  Yeah, they keep on falling, falling, falling, yeah\n\n  Nah, I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan\n  No father around to teach me how to be a man\n  We was too high, didn't know where we would land\n  Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a plant\n\n  Alcoholic's child raise off of sugar water\n  Headed to you and just thought about how good he was brought up\n  Coulda, woulda, outta one track mind\n  They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter\n\n  And now I'm writing a book and the hood's the author\n  Called the 'Obvious Poker Face, The Look of Torture'\n  Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then\n  Me all I need is this pen and thick skin\n\n  Being so bright could mean you lit then\n  'Cause you start trying to figure out a figment\n  I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops\n\n  Tear drops in the pillow on my bed\n  Still trying to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on falling, falling, falling, falling\n\n  Check it out, I'm still waiting on my dad to get back\n  He went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that\n  Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent\n  So they had us back and forth in court in the months of the blizzard\n\n  My sneakers leaned, the rubber was missing\n  No one on ones, they always jumped me\n  No brothers and sisters to hold me down\n  Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes\n\n  Gun shots and me sleep walking, I hate weights\n  A whole lot of crying, police chalking that fake tape\n  Ambulance never on time, they like a day late\n  My cousin had to vacate, my best friend since age eight\n\n  Sometimes I can't hold them I kid you not\n  Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box, somebody get a mop\n  I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops\n\n  Tear drops in the pillow on my bed\n  Still trying to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on falling\n\n  Yeah, they keep on falling, they keep on falling\n  Falling, yeah, they keep on falling\n  And they keep on, and the raindrops keep on falling\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":27001050,"name":"Raindrops (feat. 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Novel)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse\n  album: Slaughterhouse (Bonus Track Version)\n  duration_ms: 302112\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n  Aye, aye, aye\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  Slaughterhouse, yo\n\n  I'm a product of when a nigga momma gives up\n  Cryin', layin' in the trash with the lid shut\n  Ain't got no family, my mind is tender\n  My daddy's invisible, my moms is Brenda, uhh\n  If I survive I'ma grow into what\n  Society considers trash, the rope is to us\n\n  That mean I'm hangin' myself by livin'\n  The noose is gettin' murdered, that or goin' to prison\n  My mind's controlled 'fore I learned mind control\n  What you call livin' life, I call dyin' slow\n\n  I'm genetically predisposed\n  The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul\n  Freezin' cold\n  Feelin' like I was given life, and if I take it at least I chose\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n\n  Dear auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow\n  Before you died, it's like your body was mine to borrow\n  Like I jumped in your physical shell\n  While you was goin' through miserable hell, sayin' goodbye to tomorrow\n\n  Every day it makes me sad, angry, mad\n  How you was sent to Heaven's sacred path\n  Duct-taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed\n  Body draped in blood, what a fate to have\n  Such a pitiful end, I'm poppin' Ritalin like they Skittles\n  'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again\n  And it's difficult, killin' is the wickedest biblical sin\n  I'm talkin' 'bout momma's identical twin\n\n  I see your face when I look at her\n\n  Her reminder of how I been in the cold since fourteen years old\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\n  Rest in peace, Cha Cha\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n\n  Nah, I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan\n  No father around to teach me how to be a man\n  We was too high, didn't know where we would land\n  Sprayin' coke on the weed so niggas didn't see a plant\n  Alcoholic child, raised off of sugar water\n\n  Hit it so you would just thought of how good he was for her\n  Coulda woulda oughta, one track mind\n  They say, \"Man, how many cats buy the hooker for a quarter?\"\n  And now I'm writin' a book and the hood's the author\n  Call the obvious poker face, look of torture\n  Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then\n  Me, all I need is this pen and thick skin\n  Bein' so bright could mean you lip dim\n  'Cause you start tryin' to figure out a figment\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n\n  'Til then all I hear is wind and raindrops\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n  Fallin', fallin'\n\n  Check it out, I'm still waitin' on my dad to get back\n  He went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that\n  Never single moms, public assisted, the rent wasn't consistent\n  So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard\n\n  My sneakers leaned, the rubber was missin'\n  No one-on-ones, they always jumped me\n  No brothers or sisters to hold me down\n  Alone with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes\n  Gunshots had me sleepwalkin', I hate wakes\n  A whole lot of cryin', police chokin' that fake gape\n  Ambulance never on time, they like a day late\n  My cousin have to vacate my best friend since age eight\n\n  Sometimes I can't hold 'em, I kid you not\n  I get swollen, holdin' on a tissue box, somebody get a mop\n  I'll probably be in Heaven when the pain stops\n  'Til then all I'm hearin' is wind and raindrops\n\n  Raindrops on the pillow of my bed\n  Still tryin' to keep my head up\n  Know you'd rather see me dead\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n  And they keep on fallin'\n  Fallin', yeah\n  Said they keep on fallin'\n\n  And they keep on\n  And the raindrops keep on fallin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"}]