[{"id":26694691,"name":"That's All She Wrote","trackName":"That's All She Wrote","artistName":"T.I./Eminem","albumName":"That's All She Wrote","duration":318.119184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still, I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nAll she wrote, all she wrote\nI said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nAll she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nIt's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'\nThat I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it\nEventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\nOthers sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\nYou tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\nYou never did blend in with the big shots\nOn the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\nI just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n\nGuess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\nNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\nNight's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\nThat spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\nNever shoulda came within range of my Rover\nShoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\nUnless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\nBuy you a bag of Fritos?\nI wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\nIf you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n\nTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\nYou'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\nSo why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n- You're already bipolar\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nThese - knew as soon as they saw me\nIt's never me they'll get the privilege to know\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nStill, I ball like there's no tomorrow\nUntil it's over and that's all she wrote\n\nThe credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\nBut don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\nYeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\nThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n\nHere I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\nPeso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\nSee me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\nNever gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n\nIt's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\nYeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\nIt's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\nWon't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\nYeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\nAnd each one thinks they the -\nShirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\nI'm givin' these - a dose of their own medicine\nLet 'em get a good taste of it\nI'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't\nI'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\nLife is too short, and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n\nSo, I pace this - a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it\nBut I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on\nWhile you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\nMan, I still say \"K-Mart's\" like there's an apostrophe \"S\" on it, dawg\nAnd they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\nBut if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg\n\nI'm on my throne, I remain all alone in my lane\nI'm as strong as they king, they were gone 'fore they came\nNow I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\nThey just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nBut still I ball like there's no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, and that's all she wrote\n\nAll she wrote, all she wrote\nI said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nAll she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.50] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[00:15.13] Just as long as you don't call me broke\n[00:18.26] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[00:20.66] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:24.09] Streets like cold Chicago\n[00:26.22] Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n[00:29.18] But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n[00:32.08] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:34.76] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[00:37.53] I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:40.23] All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n[00:43.44] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:45.27] It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'\n[00:48.15] That I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it\n[00:51.09] Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\n[00:53.68] Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\n[00:56.63] You tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\n[00:59.46] You never did blend in with the big shots\n[01:02.20] On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\n[01:05.07] I just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n[01:07.78] Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\n[01:10.41] Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.47] Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.10] Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.15] Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.84] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.55] So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time\n[01:27.37] While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n[01:31.57] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[01:34.14] Just as long as you don't call me broke\n[01:37.37] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[01:39.77] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[01:43.08] Streets like cold Chicago\n[01:45.43] Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n[01:48.23] But still I ball like no tomorrow\n[01:50.98] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[01:52.76] You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\n[01:55.72] Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\n[01:58.67] Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\n[02:01.42] Your train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\n[02:04.56] Night's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\n[02:07.00] That spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\n[02:09.27] Never shoulda came within range of my Rover\n[02:11.43] Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n[02:13.47] Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n[02:15.47] To still come back to the crib\n[02:16.51] Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n[02:18.49] She mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\n[02:21.03] Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n[02:23.32] Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n[02:24.37] I wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\n[02:27.12] If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n[02:29.73] Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\n[02:32.64] You'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\n[02:35.13] So why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n[02:36.79] - You're already bipolar\n[02:39.49] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[02:42.50] You can even call me cold\n[02:45.06] These - knew as soon as they saw me\n[02:47.46] It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n[02:50.63] I roll like a desperado\n[02:53.44] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[02:56.14] Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[02:58.92] Until it's over and that's all she wrote\n[03:00.97] The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\n[03:03.68] But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\n[03:06.40] Yeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\n[03:09.24] That why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n[03:11.90] Here I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n[03:14.97] Peso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\n[03:17.76] See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n[03:20.67] Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n[03:23.27] It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n[03:25.73] Yeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\n[03:28.50] It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\n[03:31.33] Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n[03:34.10] Yeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\n[03:36.12] And each one thinks they the -\n[03:37.33] Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n[03:40.04] I'm givin' these - a dose of their own medicine\n[03:41.84] Let 'em get a good taste of it\n[03:42.81] I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't\n[03:45.96] I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n[03:48.88] Life is too short, and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n[03:51.16] So, I pace this - a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it\n[03:53.89] But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on\n[03:57.77] While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n[03:59.35] Man, I still say \"K-Mart's\" like there's an apostrophe \"S\" on it, dawg\n[04:02.18] And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:05.24] But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg\n[04:09.22] I'm on my throne, I remain all alone in my lane\n[04:12.32] I'm as strong as they king, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:15.38] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:18.37] They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why\n[04:22.44] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:25.46] You can even call me cold\n[04:28.06] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:30.54] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:33.80] I roll like a desperado\n[04:36.36] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:38.91] But still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:41.98] Goodnight, it's over with, and that's all she wrote\n[04:44.44] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:47.49] I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:50.21] All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n[04:53.14] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:55.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: That's All She Wrote\n  artist: T.I./Eminem\n  album: That's All She Wrote\n  duration_ms: 318119\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now I don't really care what you call me\n  start_ms: 12500\n  end_ms: 15130\n- text: Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  start_ms: 15130\n  end_ms: 18260\n- text: I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  start_ms: 18260\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 24090\n- text: Streets like cold Chicago\n  start_ms: 24090\n  end_ms: 26220\n- text: Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  start_ms: 26220\n  end_ms: 29180\n- text: But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n  start_ms: 29180\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 32080\n  end_ms: 34760\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote\n  start_ms: 34760\n  end_ms: 37530\n- text: I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 37530\n  end_ms: 40230\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n  start_ms: 40230\n  end_ms: 43440\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 43440\n  end_ms: 45270\n- text: It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'\n  start_ms: 45270\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: That I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51090\n- text: Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\n  start_ms: 51090\n  end_ms: 53680\n- text: Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\n  start_ms: 53680\n  end_ms: 56630\n- text: You tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\n  start_ms: 56630\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: You never did blend in with the big shots\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 62200\n- text: On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\n  start_ms: 62200\n  end_ms: 65070\n- text: I just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n  start_ms: 65070\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: Guess they mad at me, huh? 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.46] Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.41] Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.18] Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.17] Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.89] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.51] So call me what you want, wanna hate? 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Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.11] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.77] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.33] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.82] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.14] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.66] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.07] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.59] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.58] So call me what you want\n[01:25.82] Wanna hate? 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just wastin' it\n  So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n  That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n  But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n  That it may take you pricks to catch on\n  While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n  Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n  And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n  But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n  You can get the F on dawg\n\n  And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n  I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n  Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n  They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still I ball like 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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range of my Rover\n[02:11.09] Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n[02:13.32] Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n[02:15.58] To still come back to the crib\n[02:16.93] Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n[02:18.58] She mistook me for some high roller\n[02:20.05] But I won't buy her soda\n[02:21.13] Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n[02:23.07] Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n[02:24.37] I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n[02:26.95] If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n[02:29.56] Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n[02:32.56] You'll get your eyes swolled up\n[02:34.05] I'm on my straight-grizzly\n[02:35.36] So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n[02:37.12] You're already bi-polar\n[02:39.30] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[02:42.03] You can even call me cold\n[02:44.85] These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n[02:47.44] It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n[02:50.48] I roll like a Desperado\n[02:53.13] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[02:55.92] Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[02:58.64] Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[03:01.20] The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n[03:03.58] But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n[03:06.47] Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n[03:09.22] That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick\n[03:11.93] Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n[03:14.72] Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be poor again\n[03:17.51] See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n[03:20.49] Never gon' see me toting anything, all you gon' see is bang\n[03:23.21] It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n[03:25.73] Yeah I'm on another level, but you niggas still can get it\n[03:28.67] It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry bro this where we end it\n[03:31.45] Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n[03:34.32] Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it Tip\n[03:36.02] And each one thinks they the shit\n[03:37.58] Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n[03:40.19] I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine\n[03:41.90] Let em get a good taste of it\n[03:43.03] I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now\n[03:45.06] But in case you didn't\n[03:46.06] I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n[03:48.59] Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n[03:51.12] So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n[03:52.48] That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n[03:53.88] But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n[03:55.76] That it may take you pricks to catch on\n[03:57.43] While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n[03:59.43] Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n[04:02.14] And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:05.07] But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n[04:08.05] You can get the F on dawg\n[04:09.69] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n[04:12.18] I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:15.03] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:18.36] They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n[04:22.00] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:25.07] You can even call me cold\n[04:27.98] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:30.51] Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:33.47] I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:38.80] Still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:41.75] Goodnight is over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:44.34] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:47.15] I said its over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:50.17] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:53.17] Goodnight it's 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like they hate me for it\nEventually, see they can't beat\nAnd then with me, they join\nOthers sworn under oath, or banished, left completely scorned\nYou tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks\nYou never did blend in with the big shots\nOn the fast track\nAin't no need for no pit stops\nI just laugh at\nNigga wishin' they were this hot\nGuess they mad at me, huh? 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.07] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.56] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.22] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.71] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.15] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.44] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.08] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.55] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.49] So call me what you want\n[01:25.82] Wanna hate? 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And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:05.06] But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n[04:07.92] You can get the F on dawg\n[04:09.67] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n[04:12.12] I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:15.06] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:18.20] They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n[04:21.87] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:24.93] You can even call me cold\n[04:27.86] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:30.46] Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:33.31] I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:38.89] Still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:41.73] Goodnight is over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:44.32] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:47.17] I said its over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:50.02] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:53.03] Goodnight it's 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game\nDestroying like they hate me for it\nEventually, see they can't beat\nAnd then with me, they join\nOthers sworn under oath, or banished, left completely scorned\nYou tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks\nYou never did blend in with the big shots\nOn the fast track\nAin't no need for no pit stops\nI just laugh at\nNigga wishin' they were this hot\nGuess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n  Better that than pissed on\n  I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n  Catch me in the end zone\n  High-steppin', Prime Time\n  Thought you niggas been known:\n  Ain't no blockin' my shine\n  Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n  I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n  So call me what you want\n  Wanna hate? Have a nice time\n  While I get stupid paper\n  Hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  You're starin' straight\n  Into a barrel of hate\n  Terrible fate\n  Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\n  Cupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\n  Your train left, Mascara and eggs\n  Smear in your face\n  Night's over\n  Goodbye ho\n  I thought that I told ya\n  That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\n  Never should've came within range of my Rover\n  Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n  To still come back to the crib\n  Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n  She mistook me for some high roller\n  But I won't buy her soda\n  Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n  Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n  I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n  If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n  Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n  You'll get your eyes swolled up\n  I'm on my straight-grizzly\n  So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n  You're already bi-polar\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n  I roll like a Desperado\n  Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n  But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n  Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n  That why she 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just wastin' it\n  So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n  That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n  But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n  That it may take you pricks to catch on\n  While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n  Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n  And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n  But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n  You can get the F on dawg\n\n  And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n  I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n  Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n  They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still I ball like 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like they hate me for it\nEventually, see they can't beat\nAnd then with me, they join\nOthers sworn under oath, or banished, left completely scorned\nYou tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks\nYou never did blend in with the big shots\nOn the fast track\nAin't no need for no pit stops\nI just laugh at\nNigga wishin' they were this hot\nGuess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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wrote\nGoodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.08] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[00:14.94] Just as long as you don't call me broke\n[00:17.91] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[00:20.47] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:23.42] Streets like old Chicago\n[00:26.22] Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n[00:29.14] But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n[00:31.86] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:34.57] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[00:37.59] I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:40.18] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[00:43.12] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:45.52] It's stupid how I go in\n[00:46.98] Knowin' everybody knowin'\n[00:48.18] That I'm sewin' up the game\n[00:49.30] Destroying like they hate me for it\n[00:50.90] Eventually, see they can't beat\n[00:52.56] And then with me, they join\n[00:53.93] Others sworn under oath, or banished, left completely 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.07] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.56] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.22] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.71] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.15] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.44] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.08] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.55] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.49] So call me what you want\n[01:25.82] Wanna hate? Have a nice time\n[01:27.28] While I get stupid paper\n[01:28.53] Hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n[01:31.08] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[01:34.15] Just as long as you don't call me broke\n[01:37.03] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[01:39.57] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[01:42.67] Streets like cold Chicago\n[01:45.25] Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n[01:48.06] But still I ball like no tomorrow\n[01:50.76] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[01:53.15] You're starin' straight\n[01:54.16] Into a barrel of hate\n[01:55.02] Terrible fate\n[01:55.99] Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\n[01:58.33] Cupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\n[02:01.25] Your train left, Mascara and eggs\n[02:03.34] Smear in your face\n[02:04.38] Night's over\n[02:05.13] Goodbye ho\n[02:05.92] I thought that I told ya\n[02:06.94] That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\n[02:08.90] Never should've came within range of my Rover\n[02:11.19] Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n[02:13.48] Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n[02:15.52] To still come back to the crib\n[02:16.84] Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n[02:18.52] She mistook me for some high roller\n[02:20.11] But I won't buy her soda\n[02:21.29] Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n[02:23.11] Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n[02:24.43] I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n[02:26.97] If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n[02:29.55] Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n[02:32.42] You'll get your eyes swolled up\n[02:34.12] I'm on my straight-grizzly\n[02:35.38] So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n[02:37.29] You're already bi-polar\n[02:39.30] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[02:42.13] You can even call me cold\n[02:44.96] These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n[02:47.56] It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n[02:50.49] I roll like a Desperado\n[02:53.12] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[02:55.98] Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[02:58.68] Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[03:01.16] The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n[03:03.63] But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n[03:06.53] Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n[03:09.24] That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick\n[03:12.07] Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n[03:14.85] Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be poor again\n[03:17.59] See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n[03:20.48] Never gon' see me toting anything, all you gon' see is bang\n[03:23.13] It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n[03:25.86] Yeah I'm on another level, but you niggas still can get it\n[03:28.60] It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry bro this where we end it\n[03:31.47] Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n[03:34.38] Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it Tip\n[03:36.01] And each one thinks they the shit\n[03:37.47] Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n[03:40.10] I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine\n[03:41.95] Let em get a good taste of it\n[03:43.04] I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now\n[03:45.05] But in case you didn't\n[03:46.07] I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n[03:48.57] Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n[03:51.24] So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n[03:52.47] That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n[03:53.87] But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n[03:55.88] That it may take you pricks to catch on\n[03:57.43] While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n[03:59.33] Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n[04:02.08] And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:05.06] But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n[04:07.92] You can get the F on dawg\n[04:09.67] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n[04:12.12] I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:15.06] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:18.20] They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n[04:21.87] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:24.93] You can even call me cold\n[04:27.86] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:30.46] Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:33.31] I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:38.89] Still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:41.73] Goodnight is over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:44.32] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:47.17] I said its over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:50.02] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:53.03] Goodnight it's 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wrote\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 290020\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote\n  start_ms: 290020\n  end_ms: 293030\n- text: Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 293030\n  end_ms: 294810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 294810\nplain: |-\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like old Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  All she wrote, all she wrote\n  I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  All she wrote, all she wrote\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  It's stupid how I go in\n  Knowin' everybody knowin'\n  That I'm sewin' up the game\n  Destroying like they hate me for it\n  Eventually, see they can't beat\n  And then with me, they join\n  Others sworn under oath, or banished, left completely scorned\n  You tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks\n  You never did blend in with the big shots\n  On the fast track\n  Ain't no need for no pit stops\n  I just laugh at\n  Nigga wishin' they were this hot\n  Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\n  Better that than pissed on\n  I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n  Catch me in the end zone\n  High-steppin', Prime Time\n  Thought you niggas been known:\n  Ain't no blockin' my shine\n  Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n  I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n  So call me what you want\n  Wanna hate? Have a nice time\n  While I get stupid paper\n  Hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  You're starin' straight\n  Into a barrel of hate\n  Terrible fate\n  Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\n  Cupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\n  Your train left, Mascara and eggs\n  Smear in your face\n  Night's over\n  Goodbye ho\n  I thought that I told ya\n  That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\n  Never should've came within range of my Rover\n  Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n  To still come back to the crib\n  Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n  She mistook me for some high roller\n  But I won't buy her soda\n  Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n  Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n  I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n  If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n  Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n  You'll get your eyes swolled up\n  I'm on my straight-grizzly\n  So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n  You're already bi-polar\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n  I roll like a Desperado\n  Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n  But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n  Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n  That why she 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.07] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.56] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.22] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.71] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.15] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.44] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.08] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.55] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.49] So call me what you want\n[01:25.82] Wanna hate? 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game\nDestroying like they hate me for it\nEventually, see they can't beat\nAnd then with me, they join\nOthers sworn under oath, or banished, left completely scorned\nYou tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks\nYou never did blend in with the big shots\nOn the fast track\nAin't no need for no pit stops\nI just laugh at\nNigga wishin' they were this hot\nGuess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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range of my Rover\n[02:12.95] Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n[02:15.36] Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n[02:17.61] To still come back to the crib\n[02:19.05] Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n[02:20.45] She mistook me for some high roller\n[02:22.14] But I won't buy her soda\n[02:23.19] Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n[02:24.45] Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n[02:26.20] I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n[02:28.93] If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n[02:31.74] Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n[02:34.48] You'll get your eyes swolled up\n[02:35.75] I'm on my straight-grizzly\n[02:36.83] So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n[02:38.83] You're already bi-polar\n[02:40.28] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[02:44.65] You can even call me cold\n[02:46.35] These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n[02:49.27] It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n[02:52.22] I roll like a Desperado\n[02:54.91] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[02:57.81] Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[03:00.54] Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[03:03.16] The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n[03:05.82] But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n[03:08.32] Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n[03:11.13] That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick\n[03:13.91] Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n[03:16.97] Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be poor again\n[03:19.62] See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n[03:22.33] Never gon' see me toting anything, all you gon' see is bang\n[03:25.43] It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n[03:27.78] Yeah I'm on another level, but you niggas still can get it\n[03:30.45] It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry bro this where we end it\n[03:33.39] Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n[03:36.14] Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it Tip\n[03:37.99] And each one thinks they the shit\n[03:39.27] Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n[03:42.08] I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine\n[03:44.08] Let em get a good taste of it\n[03:45.00] I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now\n[03:46.73] But in case you didn't\n[03:47.87] I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n[03:50.36] Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n[03:53.26] So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n[03:54.71] That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n[03:55.94] But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n[03:58.42] That it may take you pricks to catch on\n[03:59.37] While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n[04:01.51] Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n[04:04.35] And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:07.08] But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n[04:09.83] You can get the F on dawg\n[04:11.39] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n[04:14.25] I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:17.17] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:20.22] They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n[04:23.28] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:26.87] You can even call me cold\n[04:29.49] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:32.51] Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:35.10] I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:41.12] Still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:43.69] Goodnight is over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:46.16] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:49.32] I said its over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:52.33] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:54.95] Goodnight it's 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.07] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.56] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.22] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.71] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.15] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.44] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.08] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.55] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.49] So call me what you want\n[01:25.82] Wanna hate? 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n  Better that than pissed on\n  I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n  Catch me in the end zone\n  High-steppin', Prime Time\n  Thought you niggas been known:\n  Ain't no blockin' my shine\n  Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n  I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n  So call me what you want\n  Wanna hate? Have a nice time\n  While I get stupid paper\n  Hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  You're starin' straight\n  Into a barrel of hate\n  Terrible fate\n  Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\n  Cupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\n  Your train left, Mascara and eggs\n  Smear in your face\n  Night's over\n  Goodbye ho\n  I thought that I told ya\n  That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\n  Never should've came within range of my Rover\n  Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n  To still come back to the crib\n  Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n  She mistook me for some high roller\n  But I won't buy her soda\n  Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n  Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n  I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n  If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n  Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n  You'll get your eyes swolled up\n  I'm on my straight-grizzly\n  So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n  You're already bi-polar\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n  I roll like a Desperado\n  Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n  But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n  Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n  That why she 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destroyin' life, they hate me for it\nEventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\nOthers sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\nYou tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\nYou never did blend in with the big shots\nOn the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\nI just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n\nGuess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\nNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\nNight's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\nThat spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\nNever shoulda came within range of my Rover\nShoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\nUnless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\nBuy you a bag of Fritos?\nI wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\nIf you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n\nTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\nYou'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\nSo why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n- You're already bipolar\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nThese - knew as soon as they saw me\nIt's never me they'll get the privilege to know\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nStill, I ball like there's no tomorrow\nUntil it's over and that's all she wrote\n\nThe credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\nBut don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\nYeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\nThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n\nHere I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\nPeso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\nSee me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\nNever gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n\nIt's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\nYeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\nIt's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\nWon't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\nYeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\nAnd each one thinks they the -\nShirt off my back? 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.40] Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.44] Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.12] Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.17] Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.81] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.53] So call me what you want, wanna hate? 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.07] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.56] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.22] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.71] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.15] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.44] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.08] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.55] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.49] So call me what you want\n[01:25.82] Wanna hate? 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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range of my Rover\n[02:11.19] Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n[02:13.48] Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n[02:15.52] To still come back to the crib\n[02:16.84] Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n[02:18.52] She mistook me for some high roller\n[02:20.11] But I won't buy her soda\n[02:21.29] Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n[02:23.11] Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n[02:24.43] I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n[02:26.97] If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n[02:29.55] Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n[02:32.42] You'll get your eyes swolled up\n[02:34.12] I'm on my straight-grizzly\n[02:35.38] So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n[02:37.29] You're already bi-polar\n[02:39.30] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[02:42.13] You can even call me cold\n[02:44.96] These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n[02:47.56] It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n[02:50.49] I roll like a Desperado\n[02:53.12] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[02:55.98] Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[02:58.68] Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[03:01.16] The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n[03:03.63] But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n[03:06.53] Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n[03:09.24] That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick\n[03:12.07] Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n[03:14.85] Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be poor again\n[03:17.59] See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n[03:20.48] Never gon' see me toting anything, all you gon' see is bang\n[03:23.13] It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n[03:25.86] Yeah I'm on another level, but you niggas still can get it\n[03:28.60] It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry bro this where we end it\n[03:31.47] Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n[03:34.38] Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it Tip\n[03:36.01] And each one thinks they the shit\n[03:37.47] Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n[03:40.10] I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine\n[03:41.95] Let em get a good taste of it\n[03:43.04] I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now\n[03:45.05] But in case you didn't\n[03:46.07] I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n[03:48.57] Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n[03:51.24] So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n[03:52.47] That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n[03:53.87] But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n[03:55.88] That it may take you pricks to catch on\n[03:57.43] While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n[03:59.33] Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n[04:02.08] And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:05.06] But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n[04:07.92] You can get the F on dawg\n[04:09.67] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n[04:12.12] I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:15.06] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:18.20] They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n[04:21.87] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:24.93] You can even call me cold\n[04:27.86] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:30.46] Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:33.31] I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:38.89] Still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:41.73] Goodnight is over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:44.32] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:47.17] I said its over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:50.02] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:53.03] Goodnight it's 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n  Better that than pissed on\n  I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n  Catch me in the end zone\n  High-steppin', Prime Time\n  Thought you niggas been known:\n  Ain't no blockin' my shine\n  Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n  I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n  So call me what you want\n  Wanna hate? Have a nice time\n  While I get stupid paper\n  Hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  You're starin' straight\n  Into a barrel of hate\n  Terrible fate\n  Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\n  Cupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\n  Your train left, Mascara and eggs\n  Smear in your face\n  Night's over\n  Goodbye ho\n  I thought that I told ya\n  That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\n  Never should've came within range of my Rover\n  Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n  To still come back to the crib\n  Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n  She mistook me for some high roller\n  But I won't buy her soda\n  Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n  Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n  I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder\n  If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya\n  Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars\n  You'll get your eyes swolled up\n  I'm on my straight-grizzly\n  So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy-bear, bitch?\n  You're already bi-polar\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  These bitches knew as soon as they saw me\n  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n  I roll like a Desperado\n  Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Until it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with\n  But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit\n  Yeah, life is sure a bitch, but she know I'm rich\n  That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick\n  Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n  Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be poor again\n  See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n  Never gon' see me toting anything, all you gon' see is bang\n  It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n  Yeah I'm on another level, but you niggas still can get it\n  It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry bro this where we end it\n  Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\n  Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it Tip\n  And each one thinks they the shit\n  Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n  I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine\n  Let em get a good taste of it\n  I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now\n  But in case you didn't\n  I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n  Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n  So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n  That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n  But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n  That it may take you pricks to catch on\n  While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n  Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n  And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n  But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n  You can get the F on dawg\n\n  And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n  I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n  Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n  They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Goodnight is over with, that's all she wrote\n  All she wrote, all she wrote\n  I said its over with, that's all she wrote\n  All she wrote, all she wrote\n  Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n"},{"id":6518116,"name":"Thats All She Wrote","trackName":"Thats All She Wrote","artistName":"T.I; 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\nNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\nNight's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\nThat spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\nNever shoulda came within range of my Rover\nShoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\nUnless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\nBuy you a bag of Fritos?\nI wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\nIf you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n\nTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\nYou'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\nSo why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n- You're already bipolar\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nThese - knew as soon as they saw me\nIt's never me they'll get the privilege to know\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nStill, I ball like there's no tomorrow\nUntil it's over and that's all she wrote\n\nThe credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\nBut don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\nYeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\nThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n\nHere I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\nPeso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\nSee me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\nNever gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n\nIt's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\nYeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\nIt's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\nWon't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\nYeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\nAnd each one thinks they the -\nShirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\nI'm givin' these - a dose of their own medicine\nLet 'em get a good taste of it\nI'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't\nI'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\nLife is too short, and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n\nSo, I pace this - a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it\nBut I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on\nWhile you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\nMan, I still say \"K-Mart's\" like there's an apostrophe \"S\" on it, dawg\nAnd they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\nBut if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg\n\nI'm on my throne, I remain all alone in my lane\nI'm as strong as they king, they were gone 'fore they came\nNow I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\nThey just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nBut still I ball like there's no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, and that's all she wrote\n\nAll she wrote, all she wrote\nI said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nAll she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.50] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[00:15.13] Just as long as you don't call me broke\n[00:18.26] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[00:20.66] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:24.09] Streets like cold Chicago\n[00:26.22] Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n[00:29.18] But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n[00:32.08] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:34.76] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[00:37.53] I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:40.23] All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n[00:43.44] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[00:45.27] It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'\n[00:48.15] That I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it\n[00:51.09] Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\n[00:53.68] Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\n[00:56.63] You tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\n[00:59.46] You never did blend in with the big shots\n[01:02.20] On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\n[01:05.07] I just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n[01:07.78] Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\n[01:10.41] Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.47] Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.10] Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.15] Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.84] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.55] So call me what you want, wanna hate? 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on\nI'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone\nHigh-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you niggas been known:\nAin't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want\nWanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper\nHey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight\nInto a barrel of hate\nTerrible fate\nNot even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, Mascara and eggs\nSmear in your face\nNight's over\nGoodbye ho\nI thought that I told ya\nThat spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\nNever should've came within range of my Rover\nShould've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller\nBut I 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Really pissed off\n[01:09.32] Better that than pissed on\n[01:11.84] I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.40] Catch me in the end zone\n[01:14.98] High-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.38] Thought you niggas been known:\n[01:17.62] Ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.34] Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.72] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.71] So call me what you want\n[01:26.09] Wanna hate? 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Really pissed off\n  Better that than pissed on\n  I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n  Catch me in the end zone\n  High-steppin', Prime Time\n  Thought you niggas been known:\n  Ain't no blockin' my shine\n  Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the nighttime\n  I get rich off livin' life, you check to check recitin' rhymes\n  So call me what you want\n  Wanna hate? Have a nice time\n  While I get stupid paper\n  Hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  You're starin' straight\n  Into a barrel of hate\n  Terrible fate\n  Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape\n  Cupid shot his arrow and missed; wait, Sarah, you're late\n  Your train left, Mascara and eggs\n  Smear in your face\n  Night's over\n  Goodbye ho\n  I thought that I told ya\n  That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over\n  Never should've came within range of my Rover\n  Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n  To still come back to the crib\n  Must want me to mess with her mind, 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just wastin' it\n  So I pace this shit a little bit quicker\n  That clock I'm racing it, double timing it\n  But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time\n  That it may take you pricks to catch on\n  While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n  Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog\n  And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n  But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs\n  You can get the F on dawg\n\n  And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane\n  I'm as strong as the King, they were gone 'fore they came\n  Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n  They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still I ball like 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Really pissed off\nBetter that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\nCatch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\nThought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\nLike my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\nI get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\nSo call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\nNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\nNight's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\nThat spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\nNever shoulda came within range of my Rover\nShoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\nUnless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\nBuy you a bag of Fritos?\nI wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\nIf you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n\nTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\nYou'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\nSo why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n- You're already bipolar\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nThese - knew as soon as they saw me\nIt's never me they'll get the privilege to know\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nStill, I ball like there's no tomorrow\nUntil it's over and that's all she wrote\n\nThe credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\nBut don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\nYeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\nThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n\nHere I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\nPeso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\nSee me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\nNever gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n\nIt's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\nYeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\nIt's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\nWon't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\nYeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\nAnd each one thinks they the -\nShirt off my back? 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.46] Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.41] Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.18] Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.17] Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.89] I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.51] So call me what you want, wanna hate? 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I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n[03:40.06] I'm givin' these - a dose of their own medicine\n[03:41.88] Let 'em get a good taste of it\n[03:42.87] I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't\n[03:45.92] I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n[03:48.82] Life is too short, and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n[03:51.17] So, I pace this - a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it\n[03:53.86] But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on\n[03:57.74] While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n[03:59.36] Man, I still say \"K-Mart's\" like there's an apostrophe \"S\" on it, dawg\n[04:02.11] And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n[04:05.26] But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg\n[04:09.28] I'm on my throne, I remain all alone in my lane\n[04:12.36] I'm as strong as they king, they were gone 'fore they came\n[04:15.35] Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n[04:18.33] They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why\n[04:22.44] Now I don't really care what you call me\n[04:25.40] You can even call me cold\n[04:28.09] I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n[04:30.54] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:33.89] I roll like a desperado\n[04:36.33] Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n[04:38.98] But still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n[04:41.92] Goodnight, it's over with, and that's all she wrote\n[04:44.47] All she wrote, all she wrote\n[04:47.46] I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:50.26] All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n[04:53.12] Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n[04:55.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: That's All She Wrote\n  artist: T.I./Eminem\n  album: No Mercy (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now I don't really care what you call me\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 15140\n- text: Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  start_ms: 15140\n  end_ms: 18290\n- text: I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  start_ms: 18290\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 24080\n- text: Streets like cold Chicago\n  start_ms: 24080\n  end_ms: 26280\n- text: Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  start_ms: 26280\n  end_ms: 29100\n- text: But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n  start_ms: 29100\n  end_ms: 32030\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 32030\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37560\n- text: I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 37560\n  end_ms: 40260\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n  start_ms: 40260\n  end_ms: 43410\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 43410\n  end_ms: 45240\n- text: It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'\n  start_ms: 45240\n  end_ms: 48120\n- text: That I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it\n  start_ms: 48120\n  end_ms: 51070\n- text: Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\n  start_ms: 51070\n  end_ms: 53610\n- text: Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\n  start_ms: 53610\n  end_ms: 56650\n- text: You tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\n  start_ms: 56650\n  end_ms: 59480\n- text: You never did blend in with the big shots\n  start_ms: 59480\n  end_ms: 62230\n- text: On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\n  start_ms: 62230\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: I just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 67750\n- text: Guess they mad at me, huh? 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Have a nice time\nWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nJust as long as you don't call me broke\nI bet they knew as soon as they saw me\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\nStreets like cold Chicago\nAin't nothin' new, I seen it all before\nBut still I ball like no tomorrow\nGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\nYou're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\nNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\nCupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\nYour train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\nNight's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\nThat spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\nNever shoulda came within range of my Rover\nShoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n\nAny chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\nTo still come back to the crib\nMust want me to mess with her mind, hold up\nShe mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\nUnless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\nBuy you a bag of Fritos?\nI wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\nIf you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n\nTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\nYou'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\nSo why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n- You're already bipolar\n\nNow I don't really care what you call me\nYou can even call me cold\nThese - knew as soon as they saw me\nIt's never me they'll get the privilege to know\nI roll like a desperado\nNow I never know where I'm gonna go\nStill, I ball like there's no tomorrow\nUntil it's over and that's all she wrote\n\nThe credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\nBut don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\nYeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\nThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n\nHere I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\nPeso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\nSee me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\nNever gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n\nIt's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\nYeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\nIt's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\nWon't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\nYeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\nAnd each one thinks they the -\nShirt off my back? 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Really pissed off\n[01:10.41]Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n[01:13.47]Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n[01:16.10]Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n[01:19.15]Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n[01:21.84]I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n[01:24.55]So call me what you want, wanna hate? 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I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n  start_ms: 217330\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: I'm givin' these - a dose of their own medicine\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 221840\n- text: Let 'em get a good taste of it\n  start_ms: 221840\n  end_ms: 222810\n- text: I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't\n  start_ms: 222810\n  end_ms: 225960\n- text: I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n  start_ms: 225960\n  end_ms: 228880\n- text: Life is too short, and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n  start_ms: 228880\n  end_ms: 231160\n- text: So, I pace this - a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it\n  start_ms: 231160\n  end_ms: 233890\n- text: But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on\n  start_ms: 233890\n  end_ms: 237770\n- text: While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n  start_ms: 237770\n  end_ms: 239350\n- text: Man, I still say \"K-Mart's\" like there's an apostrophe \"S\" on it, dawg\n  start_ms: 239350\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 249220\n- text: I'm on my throne, I remain all alone in my lane\n  start_ms: 249220\n  end_ms: 252320\n- text: I'm as strong as they king, they were gone 'fore they came\n  start_ms: 252320\n  end_ms: 255380\n- text: Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n  start_ms: 255380\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 262440\n- text: Now I don't really care what you call me\n  start_ms: 262440\n  end_ms: 265460\n- text: You can even call me cold\n  start_ms: 265460\n  end_ms: 268060\n- text: I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  start_ms: 268060\n  end_ms: 270540\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 270540\n  end_ms: 273800\n- text: I roll like a desperado\n  start_ms: 273800\n  end_ms: 276360\n- text: Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  start_ms: 276360\n  end_ms: 278910\n- text: But still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  start_ms: 278910\n  end_ms: 281980\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, and that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 281980\n  end_ms: 284440\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote\n  start_ms: 284440\n  end_ms: 287490\n- text: I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 287490\n  end_ms: 290210\n- text: All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n  start_ms: 290210\n  end_ms: 293140\n- text: Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 293140\n  end_ms: 295820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295820\nplain: |-\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still, I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  All she wrote, all she wrote\n  I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'\n  That I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it\n  Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join\n  Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (bah)\n  You tell lies, get cut, - kick rocks\n  You never did blend in with the big shots\n  On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop\n  I just laugh at - wishin' they were this hot (haha)\n\n  Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off\n  Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones\n  Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time\n  Thought you - been known, ain't no blockin' my shine\n  Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime\n  I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes\n  So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time\n  While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  Just as long as you don't call me broke\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  Streets like cold Chicago\n  Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before\n  But still I ball like no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n\n  You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate\n  Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape\n  Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late\n  Your train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face\n  Night's over, goodbye, - I thought that I told ya\n  That spilled - ain't nothin' to cry over\n  Never shoulda came within range of my Rover\n  Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up\n\n  Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her\n  To still come back to the crib\n  Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up\n  She mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda\n  Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)\n  Buy you a bag of Fritos?\n  I wouldn't let you eat the - chip on my shoulder\n  If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya\n\n  Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars\n  You'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight, grizzly\n  So why would I buy you a - teddy bear?\n  - You're already bipolar\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  These - knew as soon as they saw me\n  It's never me they'll get the privilege to know\n  I roll like a desperado\n  Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Until it's over and that's all she wrote\n\n  The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it!)\n  But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this -\n  Yeah, life is sure a -, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)\n  That why she give me what I want and I just throw her -\n\n  Here I go again, I kick this -, give a damn, got it pourin' in\n  Peso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again\n  See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain\n  Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang\n\n  It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit\n  Yeah, I'm on another level, but you - still can't get it\n  It's all over 'fore you finish, sorry, bro, this where we end it\n  Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business\n\n  Yeah, I guess life is a -, ain't it, Tip?\n  And each one thinks they the -\n  Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief\n  I'm givin' these - a dose of their own medicine\n  Let 'em get a good taste of it\n  I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't\n  I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it\n  Life is too short, and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it\n\n  So, I pace this - a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it\n  But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on\n  While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong\n  Man, I still say \"K-Mart's\" like there's an apostrophe \"S\" on it, dawg\n  And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong\n  But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg\n\n  I'm on my throne, I remain all alone in my lane\n  I'm as strong as they king, they were gone 'fore they came\n  Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys\n  They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why\n\n  Now I don't really care what you call me\n  You can even call me cold\n  I bet they knew as soon as they saw me\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  I roll like a desperado\n  Now I never know where I'm gonna go\n  But still I ball like there's no tomorrow\n  Goodnight, it's over with, and that's all she wrote\n\n  All she wrote, all she wrote\n  I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n  All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)\n  Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote\n"}]