[{"id":14734754,"name":"Amazing","trackName":"Amazing","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Sunday Gentlemen","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So what's going\nOn in that head of yours? Nick, you've been gone\nLost in the space between dusk and mid dawn\nIn and out of the loop, connected but withdrawn\nLiving in sync with the Lord, I've been torn\nThe straws, they've been drawn, the shortest of all\nThe long arm of the law might find my prints on\nLint in my pocket, getting my skint on\nAnother cigarette I should be pulling the pin on\nUh, philosophise while we chop up smoke\nThen we blow it to the skies, baby, lock and load\n(Lock and load) Now that's a sure sign that we on the ropes\nWhen you got the occupiers yelling, \"stop the boats\"\nI'm from a place where they persecute the neediest\nTalk about equality, won't tax the greediest\nAin't gotta ask what I think of those leading us\nBunch of small-minded motherfuckers like Oedipus\nWe off the chain, the charts, we off everything\nMoney over bullshit, crew on top of anything\nRocking for the folks up north who lost everything\nAll the kids down the drains like lost wedding rings\nBut I can only tell you what I know\nThat's clinging to a dream, never ever letting go\nTrying to book shows, only ever getting no\nGetting twenty grand loans just to get out on the road\nUh, I had two jobs, never stopped hustling (Nah)\nEvery cent went to rent, all the while studying\nTryna write an album, maybe get a couple spins\nThrow pussy in the mix, that's juggling (That's juggling)\nBut never did I look like I was buckling\nNor would I call how we were living as struggling\nBut you won't get nothing out without nothing in\nThat's where my head is at, if you still wondering\nEverywhere that I go\nNothing feels the same\nThey say that I got nothing to show\nBut they ain't been on a stage\n(Man) man, this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nWhen the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\nI-I need you to keep the camera rolling for me\nSee me in all my glory\nI'm revel that most skin\nThen spit me a story\nStarts of when I was a shorty, was never much of a gamer\nToo busy throwin' game to the daughters of all my neighbours\nGrew up an only child, and I only had me to hold me down\nNever followed the crowd, look at me now\nFrom sending texts with the address of where the party is\nTo dropping X with execs at the ARIAs\nWe off the chain, the charts, we off everything\nMoney over bullshit, crew on top of anything\nRocking for the folks up north who lost everything\nAnd all the cats carrying my words on their precious skin\nSee, I can only show you what I seen (Uh)\nTwo swirl letters, a pyramid in between\nShe said she fuck with the team, (Well), show me what you mean\nI've got your logo on my sleeve, and I'm only seventeen\n\"That's dope, that's dope, but it's Spit Syndicate\nThere's, there's no-there's no 'L' in that\"\n(Damn) Does your mummy and daddy know that?\nThe type of shit'll keep me going, no, I'm never going back\nTo disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag\nBlack room, a hand full of dudes that don't clap (Uh)\nNow we pack stands and fans over-react\nJust to see the underdogs also known as, man\nBut-buh, uh, sire, it's a big hit\nThe whole village is singing it\nEverywhere that I go\nNothing feels the same\nThey say that I got nothing to show\nBut they ain't been on a stage\n(Man) Man, this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nWhen the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\nMan, this shit is amazing\nYou're welcome, uh, One Day\nSunday Gentlemen\nYou're welcome, uh, One Day, I said Sunday Gentlemen\nOh yeah, you're welcome, One Day\nSunday Gentlemen","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Amazing\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Sunday Gentlemen\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So what's going\n  On in that head of yours? Nick, you've been gone\n  Lost in the space between dusk and mid dawn\n  In and out of the loop, connected but withdrawn\n  Living in sync with the Lord, I've been torn\n  The straws, they've been drawn, the shortest of all\n  The long arm of the law might find my prints on\n  Lint in my pocket, getting my skint on\n  Another cigarette I should be pulling the pin on\n  Uh, philosophise while we chop up smoke\n  Then we blow it to the skies, baby, lock and load\n  (Lock and load) Now that's a sure sign that we on the ropes\n  When you got the occupiers yelling, \"stop the boats\"\n  I'm from a place where they persecute the neediest\n  Talk about equality, won't tax the greediest\n  Ain't gotta ask what I think of those leading us\n  Bunch of small-minded motherfuckers like Oedipus\n  We off the chain, the charts, we off everything\n  Money over bullshit, crew on top of anything\n  Rocking for the folks up north who lost everything\n  All the kids down the drains like lost wedding rings\n  But I can only tell you what I know\n  That's clinging to a dream, never ever letting go\n  Trying to book shows, only ever getting no\n  Getting twenty grand loans just to get out on the road\n  Uh, I had two jobs, never stopped hustling (Nah)\n  Every cent went to rent, all the while studying\n  Tryna write an album, maybe get a couple spins\n  Throw pussy in the mix, that's juggling (That's juggling)\n  But never did I look like I was buckling\n  Nor would I call how we were living as struggling\n  But you won't get nothing out without nothing in\n  That's where my head is at, if you still wondering\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Nothing feels the same\n  They say that I got nothing to show\n  But they ain't been on a stage\n  (Man) man, this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  When the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\n  I-I need you to keep the camera rolling for me\n  See me in all my glory\n  I'm revel that most skin\n  Then spit me a story\n  Starts of when I was a shorty, was never much of a gamer\n  Too busy throwin' game to the daughters of all my neighbours\n  Grew up an only child, and I only had me to hold me down\n  Never followed the crowd, look at me now\n  From sending texts with the address of where the party is\n  To dropping X with execs at the ARIAs\n  We off the chain, the charts, we off everything\n  Money over bullshit, crew on top of anything\n  Rocking for the folks up north who lost everything\n  And all the cats carrying my words on their precious skin\n  See, I can only show you what I seen (Uh)\n  Two swirl letters, a pyramid in between\n  She said she fuck with the team, (Well), show me what you mean\n  I've got your logo on my sleeve, and I'm only seventeen\n  \"That's dope, that's dope, but it's Spit Syndicate\n  There's, there's no-there's no 'L' in that\"\n  (Damn) Does your mummy and daddy know that?\n  The type of shit'll keep me going, no, I'm never going back\n  To disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag\n  Black room, a hand full of dudes that don't clap (Uh)\n  Now we pack stands and fans over-react\n  Just to see the underdogs also known as, man\n  But-buh, uh, sire, it's a big hit\n  The whole village is singing it\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Nothing feels the same\n  They say that I got nothing to show\n  But they ain't been on a stage\n  (Man) Man, this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  When the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\n  Man, this shit is amazing\n  You're welcome, uh, One Day\n  Sunday Gentlemen\n  You're welcome, uh, One Day, I said Sunday Gentlemen\n  Oh yeah, you're welcome, One Day\n  Sunday Gentlemen\n"},{"id":37362751,"name":"Amazing","trackName":"Amazing","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"The Best Of Australian Hip Hop","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So what's going\nOn in that head of yours? Nick, you've been gone\nLost in the space between dusk and mid dawn\nIn and out of the loop, connected but withdrawn\nLiving in sync with the Lord, I've been torn\nThe straws, they've been drawn, the shortest of all\nThe long arm of the law might find my prints on\nLint in my pocket, getting my skint on\nAnother cigarette I should be pulling the pin on\nUh, philosophise while we chop up smoke\nThen we blow it to the skies, baby, lock and load\n(Lock and load) Now that's a sure sign that we on the ropes\nWhen you got the occupiers yelling, \"stop the boats\"\nI'm from a place where they persecute the neediest\nTalk about equality, won't tax the greediest\nAin't gotta ask what I think of those leading us\nBunch of small-minded motherfuckers like Oedipus\nWe off the chain, the charts, we off everything\nMoney over bullshit, crew on top of anything\nRocking for the folks up north who lost everything\nAll the kids down the drains like lost wedding rings\nBut I can only tell you what I know\nThat's clinging to a dream, never ever letting go\nTrying to book shows, only ever getting no\nGetting twenty grand loans just to get out on the road\nUh, I had two jobs, never stopped hustling (Nah)\nEvery cent went to rent, all the while studying\nTryna write an album, maybe get a couple spins\nThrow pussy in the mix, that's juggling (That's juggling)\nBut never did I look like I was buckling\nNor would I call how we were living as struggling\nBut you won't get nothing out without nothing in\nThat's where my head is at, if you still wondering\nEverywhere that I go\nNothing feels the same\nThey say that I got nothing to show\nBut they ain't been on a stage\n(Man) man, this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nWhen the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\nI-I need you to keep the camera rolling for me\nSee me in all my glory\nI'm revel that most skin\nThen spit me a story\nStarts of when I was a shorty, was never much of a gamer\nToo busy throwin' game to the daughters of all my neighbours\nGrew up an only child, and I only had me to hold me down\nNever followed the crowd, look at me now\nFrom sending texts with the address of where the party is\nTo dropping X with execs at the ARIAs\nWe off the chain, the charts, we off everything\nMoney over bullshit, crew on top of anything\nRocking for the folks up north who lost everything\nAnd all the cats carrying my words on their precious skin\nSee, I can only show you what I seen (Uh)\nTwo swirl letters, a pyramid in between\nShe said she fuck with the team, (Well), show me what you mean\nI've got your logo on my sleeve, and I'm only seventeen\n\"That's dope, that's dope, but it's Spit Syndicate\nThere's, there's no-there's no 'L' in that\"\n(Damn) Does your mummy and daddy know that?\nThe type of shit'll keep me going, no, I'm never going back\nTo disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag\nBlack room, a hand full of dudes that don't clap (Uh)\nNow we pack stands and fans over-react\nJust to see the underdogs also known as, man\nBut-buh, uh, sire, it's a big hit\nThe whole village is singing it\nEverywhere that I go\nNothing feels the same\nThey say that I got nothing to show\nBut they ain't been on a stage\n(Man) Man, this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nYeah, I said this shit is amazing\nWhen the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\nMan, this shit is amazing\nYou're welcome, uh, One Day\nSunday Gentlemen\nYou're welcome, uh, One Day, I said Sunday Gentlemen\nOh yeah, you're welcome, One Day\nSunday Gentlemen","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Amazing\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: The Best Of Australian Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 251455\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So what's going\n  On in that head of yours? Nick, you've been gone\n  Lost in the space between dusk and mid dawn\n  In and out of the loop, connected but withdrawn\n  Living in sync with the Lord, I've been torn\n  The straws, they've been drawn, the shortest of all\n  The long arm of the law might find my prints on\n  Lint in my pocket, getting my skint on\n  Another cigarette I should be pulling the pin on\n  Uh, philosophise while we chop up smoke\n  Then we blow it to the skies, baby, lock and load\n  (Lock and load) Now that's a sure sign that we on the ropes\n  When you got the occupiers yelling, \"stop the boats\"\n  I'm from a place where they persecute the neediest\n  Talk about equality, won't tax the greediest\n  Ain't gotta ask what I think of those leading us\n  Bunch of small-minded motherfuckers like Oedipus\n  We off the chain, the charts, we off everything\n  Money over bullshit, crew on top of anything\n  Rocking for the folks up north who lost everything\n  All the kids down the drains like lost wedding rings\n  But I can only tell you what I know\n  That's clinging to a dream, never ever letting go\n  Trying to book shows, only ever getting no\n  Getting twenty grand loans just to get out on the road\n  Uh, I had two jobs, never stopped hustling (Nah)\n  Every cent went to rent, all the while studying\n  Tryna write an album, maybe get a couple spins\n  Throw pussy in the mix, that's juggling (That's juggling)\n  But never did I look like I was buckling\n  Nor would I call how we were living as struggling\n  But you won't get nothing out without nothing in\n  That's where my head is at, if you still wondering\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Nothing feels the same\n  They say that I got nothing to show\n  But they ain't been on a stage\n  (Man) man, this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  When the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\n  I-I need you to keep the camera rolling for me\n  See me in all my glory\n  I'm revel that most skin\n  Then spit me a story\n  Starts of when I was a shorty, was never much of a gamer\n  Too busy throwin' game to the daughters of all my neighbours\n  Grew up an only child, and I only had me to hold me down\n  Never followed the crowd, look at me now\n  From sending texts with the address of where the party is\n  To dropping X with execs at the ARIAs\n  We off the chain, the charts, we off everything\n  Money over bullshit, crew on top of anything\n  Rocking for the folks up north who lost everything\n  And all the cats carrying my words on their precious skin\n  See, I can only show you what I seen (Uh)\n  Two swirl letters, a pyramid in between\n  She said she fuck with the team, (Well), show me what you mean\n  I've got your logo on my sleeve, and I'm only seventeen\n  \"That's dope, that's dope, but it's Spit Syndicate\n  There's, there's no-there's no 'L' in that\"\n  (Damn) Does your mummy and daddy know that?\n  The type of shit'll keep me going, no, I'm never going back\n  To disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag\n  Black room, a hand full of dudes that don't clap (Uh)\n  Now we pack stands and fans over-react\n  Just to see the underdogs also known as, man\n  But-buh, uh, sire, it's a big hit\n  The whole village is singing it\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Nothing feels the same\n  They say that I got nothing to show\n  But they ain't been on a stage\n  (Man) Man, this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  Yeah, I said this shit is amazing\n  When the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right\n  Man, this shit is amazing\n  You're welcome, uh, One Day\n  Sunday Gentlemen\n  You're welcome, uh, One Day, I said Sunday Gentlemen\n  Oh yeah, you're welcome, One Day\n  Sunday Gentlemen\n"}]