[{"id":33022285,"name":"15 Years","trackName":"15 Years","artistName":"Spose","albumName":"15 Years","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\nMy fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\nFifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\nFrom the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\nLive from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\nDuck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\nFuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\nMy last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\nI been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\nCold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\nI showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\nBlow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\nWhat you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\nWhat I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\nWhat I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\nWhat I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\nVolunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\nThings been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\nWould you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\nSpits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\nThese my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\nOut my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\nFor fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n2007 State of mind that I'm in\nSo I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\nLil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\nHere's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\nDudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\nI could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\nGivin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\nMy knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\nObama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\nI always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\nBig followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\nPretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\nCal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\nI said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\nAnd now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\nFor fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\nFlorida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\nThis season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\nKing steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\nGot king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\nAnd now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\nI sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\nI went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\nWent from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\nI rap like I was born with a whale cock\nSince Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\nThat's fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15 Years\n  artist: Spose\n  album: 15 Years\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\n  My fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\n  Fifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\n  From the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\n  Live from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\n  Duck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\n  Fuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\n  My last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\n  I been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\n  Cold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\n  I showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\n  Blow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\n  What you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\n  What I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\n  What I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\n  What I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\n  Volunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\n  Things been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\n  Would you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\n  Spits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\n  These my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\n  Out my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\n  For fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n  2007 State of mind that I'm in\n  So I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\n  Lil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\n  Here's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\n  Dudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\n  I could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\n  Givin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\n  My knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\n  Obama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\n  I always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\n  Big followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\n  Pretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\n  Cal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\n  I said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\n  And now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\n  For fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\n  Florida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\n  This season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\n  King steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\n  Got king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\n  And now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\n  I sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\n  I went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\n  Went from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\n  I rap like I was born with a whale cock\n  Since Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\n  That's fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n"},{"id":32450410,"name":"15 Years","trackName":"15 Years","artistName":"Spose","albumName":"Blanket (feat. Ian Matthew)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\nMy fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\nFifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\nFrom the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\nLive from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\nDuck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\nFuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\nMy last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\nI been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\nCold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\nI showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\nBlow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\nWhat you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\nWhat I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\nWhat I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\nWhat I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\nVolunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\nThings been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\nWould you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\nSpits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\nThese my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\nOut my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\nFor fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n2007 State of mind that I'm in\nSo I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\nLil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\nHere's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\nDudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\nI could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\nGivin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\nMy knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\nObama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\nI always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\nBig followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\nPretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\nCal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\nI said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\nAnd now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\nFor fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\nFlorida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\nThis season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\nKing steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\nGot king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\nAnd now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\nI sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\nI went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\nWent from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\nI rap like I was born with a whale cock\nSince Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\nThat's fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15 Years\n  artist: Spose\n  album: Blanket (feat. 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Sean Paul\n\n  Spits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\n  These my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\n  Out my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\n  For fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n  2007 State of mind that I'm in\n  So I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\n  Lil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\n  Here's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\n  Dudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\n  I could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\n  Givin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\n  My knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\n  Obama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\n  I always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\n  Big followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\n  Pretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\n  Cal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\n  I said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\n  And now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\n  For fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\n  Florida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\n  This season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\n  King steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\n  Got king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\n  And now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\n  I sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\n  I went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\n  Went from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\n  I rap like I was born with a whale cock\n  Since Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\n  That's fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n"},{"id":32070848,"name":"15 Years","trackName":"15 Years","artistName":"Spose","albumName":"Any Minute","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\nMy fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\nFifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\nFrom the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\nLive from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\nDuck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\nFuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\nMy last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\nI been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\nCold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\nI showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\nBlow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\nWhat you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\nWhat I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\nWhat I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\nWhat I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\nVolunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\nThings been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\nWould you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\nSpits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\nThese my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\nOut my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\nFor fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n2007 State of mind that I'm in\nSo I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\nLil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\nHere's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\nDudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\nI could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\nGivin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\nMy knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\nObama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\nI always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\nBig followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\nPretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\nCal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\nI said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\nAnd now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\nFor fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\nFlorida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\nThis season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\nKing steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\nGot king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\nAnd now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\nI sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\nI went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\nWent from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\nI rap like I was born with a whale cock\nSince Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\nThat's fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15 Years\n  artist: Spose\n  album: Any Minute\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\n  My fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\n  Fifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\n  From the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\n  Live from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\n  Duck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\n  Fuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\n  My last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\n  I been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\n  Cold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\n  I showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\n  Blow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\n  What you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\n  What I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\n  What I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\n  What I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\n  Volunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\n  Things been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\n  Would you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\n  Spits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\n  These my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\n  Out my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\n  For fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n  2007 State of mind that I'm in\n  So I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\n  Lil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\n  Here's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\n  Dudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\n  I could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\n  Givin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\n  My knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\n  Obama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\n  I always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\n  Big followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\n  Pretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\n  Cal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\n  I said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\n  And now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\n  For fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\n  Florida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\n  This season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\n  King steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\n  Got king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\n  And now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\n  I sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\n  I went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\n  Went from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\n  I rap like I was born with a whale cock\n  Since Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\n  That's fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n"},{"id":25491713,"name":"15 Years","trackName":"15 Years","artistName":"Spose","albumName":"What Could Go Wrong?","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\nMy fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\nFifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\nFrom the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\nLive from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\nDuck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\nFuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\nMy last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\nI been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\nCold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\nI showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\nBlow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\nWhat you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\nWhat I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\nWhat I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\nWhat I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\nVolunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\nThings been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\nWould you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\nSpits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\nThese my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\nOut my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\nFor fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n2007 State of mind that I'm in\nSo I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\nLil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\nHere's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\nDudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\nI could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\nGivin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\nMy knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\nObama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\nI always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\nBig followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\nPretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\nCal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\nI said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\nAnd now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\nFor fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\nFlorida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\nThis season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\nKing steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\nGot king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\nAnd now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\nI sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\nI went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\nWent from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\nI rap like I was born with a whale cock\nSince Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\nThat's fifteen years, fifteen years\nAnd on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15 Years\n  artist: Spose\n  album: What Could Go Wrong?\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings\n\n  My fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'\n  Fifteen autumns of plottin' my worst schemin'\n  From the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'\n  Live from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show\n  Duck low, tried to post the clip but it won't upload\n  Fuck bro, leakin' coulda filled a couple punch bowls\n  My last words were \"Welcome to Sunny Wells, Maine\"\n\n  I been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman\n  Cold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers\n  I showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't\n  Blow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into\n  What you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat\n  What I do with rap, what Matilda did to the Trunchbull\n\n  What I do with apps, I type up a little poem I written\n  What I do with cash, just Dunkin' Donuts and home editions\n  Volunteer fireman, Peter Parker writer man\n  Things been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again\n  Would you Sean Paul? Sean Paul\n\n  Spits did it since still tippin' with Paul Wall\n  These my old raps I been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace\n  Out my trunk at Martin's, permanent marker in the parkin' space\n  For fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n\n  2007 State of mind that I'm in\n  So I'm Slim relapsin' and 'Ye before Kim\n  Lil' Wayne outta Maine, brain not a chain\n  Here's a secret how I stayed up in the game and remained\n  Dudes don't try, you dudes don't try\n\n  I could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July\n\n  Givin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah\n  My knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa\n  Obama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter\n  I always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after\n\n  Big followin' rapper, no fixed follower actor\n  Pretend I died today so I get all of the flowers\n\n  Cal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA\n\n  I said \"The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em\"\n\n  And now I can't beat 'em, still gotta feed 'em\n  For fifteen years, I been passed over, deleted until\n\n  Florida freezes, I floor it, I'm goin' Harvick\n  This season I'm goin' Speaz's, Winged Beast, I'm a demon\n  King steez, I'm a Steven, \"I've been here for a long time\"\n  Got king steez, I'm a Steven, went fifteen with no team\n  And now Sim Simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?\n  I sold shirts with a Myspace address on it\n  I went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich\n  Went from broke clown weirdo to hometown hero, I wrecked it\n  I rap like I was born with a whale cock\n  Since Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox\n\n  That's fifteen years, fifteen years\n  And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here\n"}]