[{"id":34614053,"name":"Perspective","trackName":"Perspective","artistName":"Smoke DZA","albumName":"Baconeggandtrees","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Right, right\nIt's all perspective\nUh, yeah, yeah, right\n\nUh, sometimes I wonder\n\nWould everybody make it through the summer?\nWould you ride if I had nothing on the come up?\nLike, what if I never picked the blunt up?\nWould this shit really be fun, keep it a hunnid'\n\nAll these questions keep recurin' while I'm blunted\nKick, punt it, the field goal money\nNow it's first and ten, the cycle goes again\n\nOperation protect the almighty pen\nBy all means, indie nigga like a veggie diet, all green\nYoung boy still get his giffies from Walgreens\nNigga done swiped a whole mill' for his ball team\nTryna guide my little guys not to be lost teens\nAll the while not tryna go out like Rothstein\nNowadays, can't say nothin's a sure thing\nExcept death for every living organ\n\nNo matter how irrelevant or how important\n\nCome with me every time we roll\nAs we bump slow jams on the radio, ha\nI know you happy, I can see in your fashion\nSteppin' out lookin' just like daddy\nCome on, sunshine turn to rain\nBaby, I can show you many things\nDon't dub me, close your eyes\nYou need me, ask, I'm poppin' out for you just like daddy\n\nYo, yo\nYou ridin' with me?\nEven when the road is forked, are you still gon' spoon me?\n\nEven when the days ain't sunny, you still gon' move me?\nAfter everything we done been through, how you gon' do me? (word)\nTold you watch yourself, you look back, excuse me? (what?)\nTold me not to yell, I grew vicious, unruly (uh)\nYou told me not to help, I wasn't listenin', truly (nope)\nThem same niggas I did ain't do shit for the new me\nThey was convinced that they knew me\nBefore we click, (what?) boo me\n\nJust wanna sip this wine and unwind while you whine\n\nI'm tryna make you whine, nigga, fine, take your time (slow down)\nWe'll be gettin' ours, gettin' yours, gettin' mine\n\nMake all them other clowns from before get in line\n\nI roll up, I quit, you pour up, get a line (I got it)\nWe go up again and go up, it's a climb (huh)\nWe go up again and go up, it's a crime (stack)\nYour love mixed with mine, ha\n\nCome with me every time we roll\nAs we bump slow jams on the radio, ha\nI know you happy, I can see in your fashion\nSteppin' out lookin' just like daddy\nCome on, sunshine turn to rain\nBaby, I can show you many things\nDon't dub me, close your eyes\nYou need me, ask, I'm poppin' out for you just like daddy\n\nUh, when I speak on them players, you know them men are ballers\n\nThey just wanted to shine, they had big auras\nLife wanna visit with his daughter, thoughts gettin' broader\nWish the game came with a fifth quarter\n\nThey ain't school us 'bout that when we were brought up\nIt was robberies and crack sales, the demons caught us\nThe law was schemin' on us, rushin' the block in intervals\nEvery nigga from my block did a bid or two, uh\nThat's the minimal, tell me what you make of it\nCourts let you taste freedom, Gs, you better savor it\nLaters hit, the game took, some ain't makin' it\nMy head achin' as I'm tryna take all this data in\n\nCB and D.O. blue trial talkin' the latest bit\nY'all tellin' me that karma already came again\nLawyer fees and funeral money they already made us spend\n\nThe solid stand alone, we wasn't made to blend\n\nCome with me every time we roll\nAs we bump slow jams on the radio, ha\nI know you happy, I can see in your fashion\nSteppin' out lookin' just like daddy\nCome on, sunshine turn to rain\nBaby, I can show you many things\nDon't dub me, close your eyes\nYou need me, ask, I'm poppin' out for you just like daddy","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.55] Right, right\n[00:08.29] It's all perspective\n[00:11.42] Uh, yeah, yeah, right\n[00:22.38] Uh, sometimes I wonder\n[00:24.63] Would everybody make it through the summer?\n[00:27.48] Would you ride if I had nothing on the come up?\n[00:30.45] Like, what if I never picked the blunt up?\n[00:33.33] Would this shit really be fun, keep it a hunnid'\n[00:36.27] All these questions keep recurin' while I'm blunted\n[00:38.57] Kick, punt it, the field goal money\n[00:40.55] Now it's first and ten, the cycle goes again\n[00:43.86] Operation protect the almighty pen\n[00:46.36] By all means, indie nigga like a veggie diet, all green\n[00:50.55] Young boy still get his giffies from Walgreens\n[00:53.36] Nigga done swiped a whole mill' for his ball team\n[00:56.22] Tryna guide my little guys not to be lost teens\n[00:59.29] All the while not tryna go out like Rothstein\n[01:02.13] Nowadays, can't say nothin's a sure thing\n[01:05.35] Except death for every living organ\n[01:07.74] No matter how irrelevant or how important\n[01:10.28] Come with me every time we roll\n[01:12.63] As we bump slow jams on the radio, ha\n[01:16.12] I know you happy, I can see in your fashion\n[01:18.44] Steppin' out lookin' just like daddy\n[01:20.91] Come on, sunshine turn to rain\n[01:24.28] Baby, I can show you many things\n[01:26.57] Don't dub me, close your eyes\n[01:28.82] You need me, ask, I'm poppin' out for you just like daddy\n[01:33.23] Yo, yo\n[01:33.32] You ridin' with me?\n[01:34.61] Even when the road is forked, are you still gon' spoon me?\n[01:37.69] Even when the days ain't sunny, you still gon' move me?\n[01:40.51] After everything we done been through, how you gon' do me? (word)\n[01:43.63] Told you watch yourself, you look back, excuse me? (what?)\n[01:46.67] Told me not to yell, I grew vicious, unruly (uh)\n[01:49.45] You told me not to help, I wasn't listenin', truly (nope)\n[01:52.32] Them same niggas I did ain't do shit for the new me\n[01:54.62] They was convinced that they knew me\n[01:56.08] Before we click, (what?) boo me\n[01:58.29] Just wanna sip this wine and unwind while you whine\n[02:01.00] I'm tryna make you whine, nigga, fine, take your time (slow down)\n[02:04.13] We'll be gettin' ours, gettin' yours, gettin' mine\n[02:06.96] Make all them other clowns from before get in line\n[02:09.86] I roll up, I quit, you pour up, get a line (I got it)\n[02:12.79] We go up again and go up, it's a climb (huh)\n[02:15.63] We go up again and go up, it's a crime (stack)\n[02:18.38] Your love mixed with mine, ha\n[02:20.28] Come with me every time we roll\n[02:22.66] As we bump slow jams on the radio, ha\n[02:26.13] I know you happy, I can see in your fashion\n[02:28.44] Steppin' out lookin' just like daddy\n[02:30.94] Come on, sunshine turn to rain\n[02:34.27] Baby, I can show you many things\n[02:36.46] Don't dub me, close your eyes\n[02:38.89] You need me, ask, I'm poppin' out for you just like daddy\n[02:43.18] Uh, when I speak on them players, you know them men are ballers\n[02:47.13] They just wanted to shine, they had big auras\n[02:49.76] Life wanna visit with his daughter, thoughts gettin' broader\n[02:53.00] Wish the game came with a fifth quarter\n[02:55.57] They ain't school us 'bout that when we were brought up\n[02:57.68] It was robberies and crack sales, the demons caught us\n[03:00.61] The law was schemin' on us, rushin' the block in intervals\n[03:04.47] Every nigga from my block did a bid or two, uh\n[03:07.10] That's the minimal, tell me what you make of it\n[03:09.65] Courts let you taste freedom, Gs, you better savor it\n[03:12.54] Laters hit, the game took, some ain't makin' it\n[03:15.35] My head achin' as I'm tryna take all this data in\n[03:18.47] CB and D.O. blue trial 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Rothstein\n  Nowadays, can't say nothin's a sure thing\n  Except death for every living organ\n\n  No matter how irrelevant or how important\n\n  Come with me every time we roll\n  As we bump slow jams on the radio, ha\n  I know you happy, I can see in your fashion\n  Steppin' out lookin' just like daddy\n  Come on, sunshine turn to rain\n  Baby, I can show you many things\n  Don't dub me, close your eyes\n  You need me, ask, I'm poppin' out for you just like daddy\n\n  Yo, yo\n  You ridin' with me?\n  Even when the road is forked, are you still gon' spoon me?\n\n  Even when the days ain't sunny, you still gon' move me?\n  After everything we done been through, how you gon' do me? (word)\n  Told you watch yourself, you look back, excuse me? 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(word)\nTold you watch yourself, you look back, excuse me? 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