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André 3000","albumName":"Sorry","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\nYou bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\nYou bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\nYou bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\nFor God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\nFor large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\nAy, nevermind what the blogs say\nThis what my mind and my heart say\nMy philosophy profit off of my properties\nGet it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\nPossibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\nSophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\nOfficially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\nUnlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\nOut of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\nWhile you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\nI parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\nHustle January, July, fly to Dubai\nA broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\nLike a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\nBullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\nBut find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\nAnd according to the hand on my Audemar\nIt's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nI grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\nI get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\nSeen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\nGo to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\nI seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\nInnocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\nSuch a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\nIt's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\nPacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\nFuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\nYou show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\nJust enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\nSwitch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\nI promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\nGo to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\nThat ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\nPromise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\nProbably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\nCatch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\nCause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\nListen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\nI'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nWhat it ain't, What it is?\nEven if you gotta live\nI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\nI used to be a way better writer and a rapper\nWhen I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\nNow a nigga speeding in a Porsche\nFeeling like I'm going off a course\nCut these fuck niggas off\nNegative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\nDuck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\nI'm living my life live yours\nI don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\nTalk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\nSlow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\nSay hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\nAnd this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\nAnd say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\nI hated all the attention so I ran from it\nFuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\nI'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\nWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\nAnd this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\nWhen you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\nThen you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\nAnd you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\nThat's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\nWaiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\nBaby boy face full of applesauce\nMaybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\nToo much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\nWas young and had to choose between you\nAnd what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\nWell I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\nOnly if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\nThis, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\nWhen he feel that he's broken up his nest\nAnd he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\nWhich end up being the worst that he could\nAnd all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\nIt's boring, boring?\nReally?\n\nWell I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\nTold so many lies, don't know what to believe\nI discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\nShe said, \"Lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\"\nLove these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\nBut my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\n\"Ooooh, you so fucking fine\"\nI woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\n\nOoooh, who pulls your ponytail\nWho knows your body well huh?\n\nWhat should I be sorry for?\nWho should I be sorry to?","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.44] My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\n[00:05.71] You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\n[00:08.83] You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\n[00:11.86] You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\n[00:15.15] For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\n[00:18.25] For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\n[00:21.40] Ay, nevermind what the blogs say\n[00:24.46] This what my mind and my heart say\n[00:27.50] My philosophy profit off of my properties\n[00:30.59] Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\n[00:33.66] Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\n[00:36.29] Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\n[00:39.47] Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\n[00:42.02] Unlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\n[00:45.12] Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\n[00:48.17] While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\n[00:51.26] I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\n[00:54.14] Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai\n[00:57.26] A broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\n[01:00.41] Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\n[01:03.36] Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\n[01:06.38] But find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\n[01:09.26] And according to the hand on my Audemar\n[01:12.76] It's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\n[01:15.73] What should I be sorry for\n[01:17.05] Who should I be sorry to\n[01:20.10] What should I be sorry for\n[01:23.18] Who should I be sorry to\n[01:26.84] The fact is you can't please everybody\n[01:31.39] You can't please everybody\n[01:34.73] What should I be sorry for\n[01:38.88] Who should I be sorry to\n[01:40.71] I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\n[01:43.46] I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\n[01:46.15] Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\n[01:48.96] Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\n[01:51.92] I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\n[01:55.15] Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\n[01:58.43] Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\n[02:01.22] It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\n[02:04.24] Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\n[02:07.50] Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\n[02:10.20] You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\n[02:13.41] Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\n[02:16.82] Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\n[02:19.34] I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\n[02:22.59] Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\n[02:26.29] That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\n[02:28.57] Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\n[02:31.55] Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\n[02:34.50] Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy\n[02:37.64] To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\n[02:40.54] Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\n[02:43.76] Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\n[02:46.69] Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\n[02:50.28] I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n[02:52.60] What should I be sorry for\n[02:54.39] Who should I be sorry to\n[02:57.66] What should I be sorry for\n[03:00.84] Who should I be sorry to\n[03:04.29] The fact is you can't please everybody\n[03:08.89] You can't please everybody\n[03:13.03] What should I be sorry for\n[03:15.60] Who should I be sorry to\n[03:17.86] What it ain't, What it is?\n[03:19.19] Even if you gotta live\n[03:20.57] I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\n[03:23.09] I used to be a way better writer and a rapper\n[03:24.84] When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\n[03:26.60] Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche\n[03:27.81] Feeling like I'm going off a course\n[03:29.49] Cut these fuck niggas off\n[03:30.91] Negative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\n[03:32.22] Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\n[03:35.10] I'm living my life live yours\n[03:36.73] I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\n[03:39.55] Talk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\n[03:42.00] Slow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\n[03:44.32] Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\n[03:47.22] And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\n[03:50.15] And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\n[03:53.12] I hated all the attention so I ran from it\n[03:57.26] Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\n[04:00.10] I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\n[04:02.99] Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\n[04:05.95] And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\n[04:09.18] When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\n[04:11.89] Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\n[04:14.55] And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n[04:17.34] 'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\n[04:20.74] That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\n[04:23.74] Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\n[04:25.35] Baby boy face full of applesauce\n[04:27.08] Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\n[04:28.44] Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\n[04:31.11] Was young and had to choose between you\n[04:33.27] And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\n[04:36.02] Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\n[04:39.02] Only if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\n[04:41.85] This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\n[04:45.16] When he feel that he's broken up his nest\n[04:47.28] And he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\n[04:49.29] Which end up being the worst that he 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was insecure, boy, look at what you done (what you done)\n[01:24.44] I don't know what I studied for, clearly I like 'em dumb\n[01:28.93] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[01:31.89] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[01:34.69] Got to call my genie, so he knows (so he knows, yeah)\n[01:39.39] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[01:42.06] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[01:44.36] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy, yeah)\n[01:49.53] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[01:52.34] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[01:54.74] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:59.52] Hey, now don't you wanna do some, baby, with the roof gone, baby?\n[02:03.17] Aston Martin look retarded like the coup gone crazy\n[02:06.18] I'm not sure what kind of fella you like\n[02:08.20] But I can get you paradise, have it however you like\n[02:10.74] I'm talkin' Solitaire iced out, ring, watch, necklace\n[02:13.90] 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did (uh)\n[00:16.53] Freakin' perfect and five foot ten, just wanna punch her lip (yeah)\n[00:21.87] 'Cause I know I've been wastin' time, tryin' to get your eye (uh)\n[00:27.12] Yeah, I know that I've been so blind, thinkin' that I'm your type\n[00:31.36] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[00:34.61] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[00:37.37] Got to call my genie, so he knows, yeah\n[00:41.73] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[00:44.56] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[00:47.16] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[00:52.11] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[00:54.99] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[00:57.53] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:06.02] Uh-huh, yeah\n[01:08.87] Baby, I'm gonna keep it real, boy, you're the one I want (uh)\n[01:14.02] I don't own any five-inch heels, just got my Nikes on (yeah)\n[01:19.43] Never thought I was insecure, boy, look at what you done (what you done)\n[01:24.44] I don't know what I studied for, clearly I like 'em dumb\n[01:28.93] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[01:31.89] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[01:34.69] Got to call my genie, so he knows (so he knows, yeah)\n[01:39.39] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[01:42.06] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[01:44.36] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy, yeah)\n[01:49.53] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[01:52.34] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[01:54.74] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:59.52] Hey, now don't you wanna do some, baby, with the roof gone, baby?\n[02:03.17] Aston Martin look retarded like the coup gone crazy\n[02:06.18] I'm not sure what kind of fella you like\n[02:08.20] But I can get you paradise, have it however you like\n[02:10.74] I'm talkin' Solitaire iced out, ring, watch, necklace\n[02:13.90] Ain't no talkin' reckless, girl, I'm certified respected, girl\n[02:16.47] You like to run your mouth, you about to learn a lesson, girl\n[02:19.26] Yeah, you the one, but I'll replace you in a second, girl\n[02:21.67] And I ain't even tryin' to see you naked, girl, wait\n[02:23.97] There I go exaggerate, clearly carried away\n[02:26.53] But what I'm sayin', you can true that, I wanna be wherever you at\n[02:29.40] So you wishin' you can kiss me, do you really want to do that-at?\n[02:32.33] Make a wish, girl (yeah)\n[02:33.60] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[02:36.62] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[02:39.14] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[02:44.34] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash (oh yeah)\n[02:47.04] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[02:49.42] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[02:54.16] I wish I was tall\n[02:59.88] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[03:05.26] I wish I had, 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will all be over soon\nThe life that we built will no longer exist\nBut maybe something else will bloom\n\n'Cause there's a bittersweet feeling that we can't resist no more, no\nWhat if somebody's out there, tell me what we are waiting for?\n\nKnow, it's hard to face the truth\nBut there is nothing we can do\nSomeone needs to be the first through the door\nSay I'm sorry but I don't love you anymore\nSorry but I don't love you anymore","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.59] We don't talk like we used to do\n[00:13.89] We just look at our phones like we're both in separate rooms\n[00:20.06] We don't touch like we use to do\n[00:26.16] We're just trapped in a dream that it might get better soon\n[00:30.93] But there is a bittersweet feeling that we can't resist no more\n[00:37.24] What if somebody's out there, tell me what we are waiting for?\n[00:43.14] Know it's hard to face the truth\n[00:49.42] But there is nothing we can do\n[00:55.37] Someone needs to be the first through the door\n[01:02.08] 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convince me\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\nCatch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\nCause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\nListen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\nI'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nWhat it ain't, What it is?\nEven if you gotta live\nI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\nI used to be a way better writer and a rapper\nWhen I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\nNow a nigga speeding in a Porsche\nFeeling like I'm going off a course\nCut these fuck niggas off\nNegative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\nDuck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\nI'm living my life live yours\nI don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\nTalk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\nSlow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\nSay hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\nAnd this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\nAnd say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\nI hated all the attention so I ran from it\nFuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\nI'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\nWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\nAnd this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\nWhen you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\nThen you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\nAnd you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\nThat's 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fuckin' up the tours\n[03:53.12] I hated all the attention so I ran from it\n[03:57.26] Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\n[04:00.10] I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\n[04:02.99] Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\n[04:05.95] And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\n[04:09.18] When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\n[04:11.89] Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\n[04:14.55] And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n[04:17.34] 'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\n[04:20.74] That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\n[04:23.74] Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\n[04:25.35] Baby boy face full of applesauce\n[04:27.08] Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\n[04:28.44] Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm 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study my pedigree\nPromise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\nProbably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\nCatch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\nCause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\nListen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\nI'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nWhat it ain't, What it is?\nEven if you gotta live\nI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\nI used to be a way better writer and a rapper\nWhen I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\nNow a nigga speeding in a Porsche\nFeeling like I'm going off a course\nCut these fuck niggas 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ya'll\n\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n\n  I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\n  I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\n  Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\n  Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\n  I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\n  Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\n  Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\n  It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\n  Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\n  Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\n  You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\n  Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\n  Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\n  I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\n  Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\n  That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\n  Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\n  Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\n  Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy\n  To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\n  Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\n  Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\n  Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\n  I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n\n  What it ain't, What it is?\n  Even if you gotta live\n  I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\n  I used to be a way better writer and a rapper\n  When 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could\n  And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\n  It's boring, boring?\n  Really?\n\n  Well I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\n  Told so many lies, don't know what to believe\n  I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\n  She said, \"Lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\"\n  Love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\n  But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\n  \"Ooooh, you so fucking fine\"\n  I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\n\n  Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail\n  Who knows your body well huh?\n\n  What should I be sorry for?\n  Who should I be sorry to?\n"},{"id":18678898,"name":"I Wish","trackName":"I Wish","artistName":"Cher Lloyd, T.I.","albumName":"Sorry I'm Late","duration":212.02,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ey\nMake a wish, girl\nYou deserve it\nUh-huh, yeah\n\nBaby, I've seen the chick you're with, wish that I never did (uh)\nFreakin' perfect and five foot ten, just wanna punch her lip (yeah)\n'Cause I know I've been wastin' time, tryin' to get your eye (uh)\nYeah, I know that I've been so blind, thinkin' that I'm your type\n\nAnd now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n'Bout to pick up the telephone\nGot to call my genie, so he knows, yeah\n\nI wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\nWish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\nI wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\nWish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n\nUh-huh, yeah\n\nBaby, I'm gonna keep it real, boy, you're the one I want (uh)\nI don't own any five-inch heels, just got my Nikes on (yeah)\nNever thought I was insecure, boy, look at what you done (what you done)\nI don't know what I studied for, clearly I like 'em dumb\n\nAnd now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n'Bout to pick up the telephone\nGot to call my genie, so he knows (so he knows, yeah)\n\nI wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\nWish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy, yeah)\nI wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\nWish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n\nHey, now don't you wanna do some, baby, with the roof gone, baby?\nAston Martin look retarded like the coup gone crazy\nI'm not sure what kind of fella you like\nBut I can get you paradise, have it however you like\n\nI'm talkin' Solitaire iced out, ring, watch, necklace\nAin't no talkin' reckless, girl, I'm certified respected, girl\nYou like to run your mouth, you about to learn a lesson, girl\nYeah, you the one, but I'll replace you in a second, girl\n\nAnd I ain't even tryin' to see you naked, girl, wait\nThere I go exaggerate, clearly carried away\nBut what I'm sayin', you can true that, I wanna be wherever you at\nSo you wishin' you can kiss me, do you really want to do that-at?\nMake a wish, girl (yeah)\n\nI wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\nWish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\nI wish I had style, and I wish I had flash (oh yeah)\nWish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n\nI wish I was tall\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\nI wish I had, I wish I had, I wish I had, yeah, yeah, ooh\n'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ey\n[00:04.81] Make a wish, girl\n[00:07.56] You deserve it\n[00:08.86] Uh-huh, yeah\n[00:11.36] Baby, I've seen the chick you're with, wish that I never did (uh)\n[00:16.53] Freakin' perfect and five foot ten, just wanna punch her lip (yeah)\n[00:21.85] 'Cause I know I've been wastin' time, tryin' to get your eye (uh)\n[00:27.13] Yeah, I know that I've been so blind, thinkin' that I'm your type\n[00:31.32] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[00:34.65] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[00:37.30] Got to call my genie, so he knows, yeah\n[00:41.70] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[00:44.51] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[00:47.12] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[00:52.13] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[00:54.99] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[00:57.58] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:06.07] Uh-huh, yeah\n[01:08.85] Baby, I'm gonna keep it real, boy, you're the one I want (uh)\n[01:14.00] I don't own any five-inch heels, just got my Nikes on (yeah)\n[01:19.43] Never thought I was insecure, boy, look at what you done (what you done)\n[01:24.44] I don't know what I studied for, clearly I like 'em dumb\n[01:28.96] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[01:31.89] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[01:34.68] Got to call my genie, so he knows (so he knows, yeah)\n[01:39.30] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[01:42.09] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[01:44.36] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy, yeah)\n[01:49.54] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[01:52.39] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[01:54.79] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:59.53] Hey, now don't you wanna do some, baby, with the roof gone, baby?\n[02:03.10] Aston Martin look retarded like the coup gone crazy\n[02:06.16] I'm not sure what kind of fella you like\n[02:08.29] But I can get you paradise, have it however you like\n[02:10.77] I'm talkin' Solitaire iced out, ring, watch, necklace\n[02:13.99] Ain't no talkin' reckless, girl, I'm certified respected, girl\n[02:16.44] You like to run your mouth, you about to learn a lesson, girl\n[02:19.20] Yeah, you the one, but I'll replace you in a second, girl\n[02:21.61] And I ain't even tryin' to see you naked, girl, wait\n[02:23.99] There I go exaggerate, clearly carried away\n[02:26.51] But what I'm sayin', you can true that, I wanna be wherever you at\n[02:29.42] So you wishin' you can kiss me, do you really want to do that-at?\n[02:32.30] Make a wish, girl (yeah)\n[02:33.63] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[02:36.65] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[02:39.11] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[02:44.32] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash (oh yeah)\n[02:47.02] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[02:49.46] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[02:54.12] I wish I was tall\n[02:59.86] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[03:05.20] I wish I had, I wish I had, I wish I had, yeah, yeah, ooh\n[03:10.29] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[03:16.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Wish\n  artist: Cher Lloyd, T.I.\n  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did (uh)\n[00:16.53] Freakin' perfect and five foot ten, just wanna punch her lip (yeah)\n[00:21.87] 'Cause I know I've been wastin' time, tryin' to get your eye (uh)\n[00:27.12] Yeah, I know that I've been so blind, thinkin' that I'm your type\n[00:31.36] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[00:34.61] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[00:37.37] Got to call my genie, so he knows, yeah\n[00:41.73] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[00:44.56] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[00:47.16] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[00:52.11] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[00:54.99] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[00:57.53] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:06.02] Uh-huh, yeah\n[01:08.87] Baby, I'm gonna keep it real, boy, you're the one I want (uh)\n[01:14.02] I don't own any five-inch heels, just got my Nikes on (yeah)\n[01:19.43] Never thought I was insecure, boy, look at what you done 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have it however you like\n\n  I'm talkin' Solitaire iced out, ring, watch, necklace\n  Ain't no talkin' reckless, girl, I'm certified respected, girl\n  You like to run your mouth, you about to learn a lesson, girl\n  Yeah, you the one, but I'll replace you in a second, girl\n\n  And I ain't even tryin' to see you naked, girl, wait\n  There I go exaggerate, clearly carried away\n  But what I'm sayin', you can true that, I wanna be wherever you at\n  So you wishin' you can kiss me, do you really want to do that-at?\n  Make a wish, girl (yeah)\n\n  I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n  Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n  'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n  I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash (oh yeah)\n  Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n  'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n\n  I wish I was tall\n  'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n  I wish I had, I wish I had, I wish I had, yeah, yeah, ooh\n  'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n"},{"id":5696790,"name":"Sorry (feat. André 3000)","trackName":"Sorry (feat. André 3000)","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\nYou bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\nYou bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\nYou bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\nFor God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\nFor large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\nAy, nevermind what the blogs say\nThis what my mind and my heart say\nMy philosophy profit off of my properties\nGet it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\nPossibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\nSophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\nOfficially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\nUnlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\nOut of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\nWhile you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\nI parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\nHustle January, July, fly to Dubai\nA broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\nLike a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\nBullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\nBut find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\nAnd according to the hand on my Audemar\nIt's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nI grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\nI guess that why I don't trust a motherfucker\nSeen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\nGo to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\nI seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\nInnocent ladies raped and defenceless babies abducted\nSuch a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\nIt's nothing, get numb to it and your heart grow colder\nPacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\nFuck it, justify your action with stacking your dough up\nYou show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\nJust enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\nSwitch the flow up, 'cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\nI promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donuts\nGo to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\nThat ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\nPromise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\nProbably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\nCatch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\n'Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\nListen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\nI'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry toy\nWhat it ain't, What it is?\nEven if you gotta live\nI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\nI used to be a way better writer and a rapper\nWhen I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\nNow a nigga speeding in a Porsche\nFeeling like I'm going off a course\nCut these fuck niggas off\nNegative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\nDuck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\nI'm living my life live yours\nI don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\nTalk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\nSlow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\nSay hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\nAnd this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\nAnd say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\nI hated all the attention so I ran from it\nFuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\nI'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\nWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\nAnd this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\nWhen you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\nThen you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\nAnd you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\nThat's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\nWaiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\nBaby boy face full of applesauce\nMaybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\nToo much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\nWas young and had to choose between you\nAnd what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\nWell I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\nOnly if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\nThis, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\nWhen he feel that he's broken up his nest\nAnd he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\nWhich end up being the worst that he could\nAnd all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\nIt's boring, boring?\nReally?\nWhen I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\nTold so many lies, don't know what to believe\nI discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\nShe said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\nI love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\nBut my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\nOoooh, you are so fucking fine\nI woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\nOoooh, who knows your ponytail\nWho knows your body well","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sorry (feat. André 3000)\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: 'Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head'\n  duration_ms: 349000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\n  You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\n  You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\n  You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\n  For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\n  For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\n  Ay, nevermind what the blogs say\n  This what my mind and my heart say\n  My philosophy profit off of my properties\n  Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\n  Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\n  Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\n  Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\n  Unlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\n  Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\n  While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\n  I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\n  Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai\n  A broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\n  Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\n  Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\n  But find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\n  And according to the hand on my Audemar\n  It's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\n  I guess that why I don't trust a motherfucker\n  Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\n  Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\n  I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\n  Innocent ladies raped and defenceless babies abducted\n  Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\n  It's nothing, get numb to it and your heart grow colder\n  Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\n  Fuck it, justify your action with stacking your dough up\n  You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\n  Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\n  Switch the flow up, 'cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\n  I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donuts\n  Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\n  That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\n  Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\n  Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\n  Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy\n  To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\n  Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\n  'Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\n  Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\n  I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry toy\n  What it ain't, What it is?\n  Even if you gotta live\n  I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\n  I used to be a way better writer and a rapper\n  When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\n  Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche\n  Feeling like I'm going off a course\n  Cut these fuck niggas off\n  Negative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\n  Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\n  I'm living my life live yours\n  I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\n  Talk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\n  Slow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\n  Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\n  And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\n  And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\n  I hated all the attention so I ran from it\n  Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\n  I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\n  Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\n  And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\n  When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\n  Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\n  And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n  'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\n  That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\n  Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\n  Baby boy face full of applesauce\n  Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\n  Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\n  Was young and had to choose between you\n  And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\n  Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\n  Only if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\n  This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\n  When he feel that he's broken up his nest\n  And he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\n  Which end up being the worst that he could\n  And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\n  It's boring, boring?\n  Really?\n  When I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\n  Told so many lies, don't know what to believe\n  I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\n  She said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\n  I love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\n  But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\n  Ooooh, you are so fucking fine\n  I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\n  Ooooh, who knows your ponytail\n  Who knows your body well\n"},{"id":33262714,"name":"Sorry (featuring André 3000)","trackName":"Sorry (featuring André 3000)","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Fluxblog 2012 Survey","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\nYou bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\nYou bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\nYou bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\nFor God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\nFor large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\nAy, nevermind what the blogs say\nThis what my mind and my heart say\nMy philosophy profit off of my properties\nGet it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\nPossibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\nSophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\nOfficially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\nUnlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\nOut of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\nWhile you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\nI parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\nHustle January, July, fly to Dubai\nA broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\nLike a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\nBullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\nBut find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\nAnd according to the hand on my Audemar\nIt's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nI grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\nI get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\nSeen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\nGo to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\nI seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\nInnocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\nSuch a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\nIt's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\nPacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\nFuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\nYou show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\nJust enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\nSwitch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\nI promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\nGo to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\nThat ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\nPromise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\nProbably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\nCatch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\nCause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\nListen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\nI'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nWhat it ain't, What it is?\nEven if you gotta live\nI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\nI used to be a way better writer and a rapper\nWhen I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\nNow a nigga speeding in a Porsche\nFeeling like I'm going off a course\nCut these fuck niggas off\nNegative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\nDuck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\nI'm living my life live yours\nI don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\nTalk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\nSlow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\nSay hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\nAnd this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\nAnd say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\nI hated all the attention so I ran from it\nFuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\nI'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\nWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\nAnd this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\nWhen you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\nThen you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\nAnd you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\nThat's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\nWaiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\nBaby boy face full of applesauce\nMaybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\nToo much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\nWas young and had to choose between you\nAnd what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\nWell I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\nOnly if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\nThis, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\nWhen he feel that he's broken up his nest\nAnd he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\nWhich end up being the worst that he could\nAnd all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\nIt's boring, boring?\nReally?\n\nWell I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\nTold so many lies, don't know what to believe\nI discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\nShe said, \"Lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\"\nLove these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\nBut my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\n\"Ooooh, you so fucking fine\"\nI woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\n\nOoooh, who pulls your ponytail\nWho knows your body well huh?\n\nWhat should I be sorry for?\nWho should I be sorry to?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\n[00:06.24] You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\n[00:09.24] You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\n[00:12.29] You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\n[00:15.59] For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\n[00:18.65] For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\n[00:21.94] Ay, nevermind what the blogs say\n[00:25.41] This what my mind and my heart say\n[00:27.93] My philosophy profit off of my properties\n[00:30.46] Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\n[00:33.85] Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\n[00:36.85] Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\n[00:39.30] Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\n[00:42.66] Unlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\n[00:45.30] Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\n[00:48.29] While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\n[00:51.46] I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and 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look at what you done (what you done)\n[01:24.40] I don't know what I studied for, clearly I like 'em dumb\n[01:28.91] And now I'm at home, I'm all alone\n[01:31.84] 'Bout to pick up the telephone\n[01:34.60] Got to call my genie, so he knows (so he knows, yeah)\n[01:39.34] I wish I was tall, and I wish I was fast\n[01:42.02] Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash\n[01:44.37] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy, yeah)\n[01:49.51] I wish I had style, and I wish I had flash\n[01:52.33] Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack\n[01:54.72] 'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that (come, come, kiss me, boy)\n[01:59.53] Hey, now don't you wanna do some, baby, with the roof gone, baby?\n[02:03.11] Aston Martin look retarded like the coup gone crazy\n[02:06.14] I'm not sure what kind of fella you like\n[02:08.28] But I can get you paradise, have it however you like\n[02:10.70] I'm talkin' Solitaire iced out, ring, watch, necklace\n[02:13.98] Ain't no talkin' 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laude\n  While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\n  I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\n  Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai\n  A broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\n  Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\n  Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\n  But find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\n  And according to the hand on my Audemar\n  It's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\n\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n\n  I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\n  I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\n  Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\n  Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\n  I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\n  Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\n  Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\n  It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\n  Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\n  Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\n  You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\n  Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\n  Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\n  I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\n  Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\n  That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\n  Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\n  Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\n  Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy\n  To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\n  Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\n  Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\n  Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\n  I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n\n  What it ain't, What it is?\n  Even if you gotta live\n  I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\n  I used to be a way better writer and a rapper\n  When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\n  Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche\n  Feeling like I'm going off a course\n  Cut these fuck niggas off\n  Negative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\n  Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\n  I'm living my life live yours\n  I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\n  Talk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\n  Slow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\n  Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\n  And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\n  And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\n  I hated all the attention so I ran from it\n  Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\n  I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\n  Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\n  And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\n  When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\n  Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\n  And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n  'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\n  That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\n  Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\n  Baby boy face full of applesauce\n  Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\n  Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\n  Was young and had to choose between you\n  And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\n  Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\n  Only if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\n  This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\n  When he feel that he's broken up his nest\n  And he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\n  Which end up being the worst that he could\n  And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\n  It's boring, boring?\n  Really?\n\n  Well I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\n  Told so many lies, don't know what to believe\n  I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\n  She said, \"Lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\"\n  Love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\n  But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\n  \"Ooooh, you so fucking fine\"\n  I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\n\n  Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail\n  Who knows your body well huh?\n\n  What should I be sorry for?\n  Who should I be sorry to?\n"},{"id":35210497,"name":"Sorry","trackName":"Sorry","artistName":"T․I․ Feat․ Andre 3000","albumName":"Trouble Man∶ Heavy Is The Head","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up\nYou bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up\nYou bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up\nYou bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up\nFor God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake\nFor large stakes let the hammer bang broad day\nAy, nevermind what the blogs say\nThis what my mind and my heart say\nMy philosophy profit off of my properties\nGet it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete\nPossibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me\nSophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot\nOfficially silent, all you wish you could get I got it\nUnlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?\nOut of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude\nWhile you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it\nI parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds\nHustle January, July, fly to Dubai\nA broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies\nLike a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye\nBullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die\nBut find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try\nAnd according to the hand on my Audemar\nIt's my time to shine so fuck ya'll\n\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\nThe fact is you can't please everybody\nYou can't please everybody\nWhat should I be sorry for\nWho should I be sorry to\n\nI grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\nI get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\nSeen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\nGo to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\nI seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\nInnocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\nSuch a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\nIt's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\nPacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\nFuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\nYou show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\nJust enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\nSwitch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\nI promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\nGo to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\nThat ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\nPromise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\nProbably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\nCatch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\nCause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\nListen, dawg, the fact of 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you couldn't afford\nAnd this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\nAnd say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\nI hated all the attention so I ran from it\nFuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\nI'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\nWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\nAnd this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\nWhen you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\nThen you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\nAnd you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\nThat's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\nWaiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\nBaby boy face full of applesauce\nMaybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\nToo much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\nWas young and had to choose 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 I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker\n  I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker\n  Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother\n  Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her\n  I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers\n  Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted\n  Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over\n  It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder\n  Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover\n  Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up\n  You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda\n  Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up\n  Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much\n  I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut\n  Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish\n  That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree\n  Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100\n  Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me\n  Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy\n  To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me\n  Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50\n  Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given\n  Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is\n  I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel\n\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n  The fact is you can't please everybody\n  You can't please everybody\n  What should I be sorry for\n  Who should I be sorry to\n\n  What it ain't, What it is?\n  Even if you gotta live\n  I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill\n  I used to be a way better writer and a rapper\n  When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia\n  Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche\n  Feeling like I'm going off a course\n  Cut these fuck niggas off\n  Negative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse\n  Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice\n  I'm living my life live yours\n  I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me\n  Talk to me sideways nigga that's your ass\n  Slow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma\n  Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford\n  And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner\n  And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours\n  I hated all the attention so I ran from it\n  Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it\n  I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money\n  Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments\n  And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama\n  When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is\n  Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids\n  And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again\n  'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost\n  That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off\n  Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed\n  Baby boy face full of applesauce\n  Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault\n  Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry\n  Was young and had to choose between you\n  And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do\n  Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance\n  Only if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance\n  This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest\n  When he feel that he's broken up his nest\n  And he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could\n  Which end up being the worst that he could\n  And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good\n  It's boring, boring?\n  Really?\n\n  Well I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and\n  Told so many lies, don't know what to believe\n  I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said\n  She said, \"Lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up\"\n  Love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest\n  But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes\n  \"Ooooh, you so fucking fine\"\n  I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind\n\n  Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail\n  Who knows your body well huh?\n\n  What should I be sorry for?\n  Who should I be sorry to?\n"}]