[{"id":3948831,"name":"Lighthouse","trackName":"Lighthouse","artistName":"Take A Daytrip","albumName":"Lighthouse","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\n(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\nDon't need nobody\nDid it on my ones, don't owe nobody\nYou're a chief, you're a pussy\nJust anybody\nMight have a strally, that don't make you Gully, like\nGive me all the pennies, make pounds 'n I'm out\nI want P, you can keep the clout\nWay too gobby getting boxed in the mouth\nNoddy still got a shotty with the spouse\nAll I want's a house, so I can set you free\nAnd let the dogs hunt you down\nDrinks on me\nAt the bottom with the clowns\nWho's laughing now, you lost the plot\nThat's your peak, I wanna chain like McD's\nBust your head, fuck the feds, no reason (fuck 'em)\nWho needs one when you're vexed?\nLiving on the edge, come correct you're moving wet\nYou're a sket, sell MD I call it peck (pricey!)\nClock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\nMy team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\nBro, you're just a flop, you're a dub 'nuff said\nPut your face on a hob, when I see blood red (ah)\nClock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\nMy team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\nBro, you're just a flop, you're a dopp, 'nuff said\nPut your face on a hob, when I see blood (red)\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(Lights out)\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\nLook, okay\nNigga I ain't tryna to make no homies\nExtend the Glock 19, I just got it from my broadie\nKeep it on me in the summertime\nMy whole city turnt\nTech Nine with the miniburst\nI feel safe in mini turf\nNigga said he gon' kill me on the internet\nHe only talking 'cause KT ain't came to kill him yet\nYou better chill with all that side talk\nBefore you hit that sidewalk\nOutlined in FBI chalk, you finna make me\nYou finna make me lose my cool (my cool)\nChoppa shake this block up just like it's 1992\nHit a pussy nigga, turf and go crazy\nHe ain't see me 'cause I came disguised as an old lady\nNon-affiliated, still I'm not the one to play with\nNiggas killed the homie so we 'bout to take a daytrip\nBitch I'm on ten\nThe K9's coming time to go hit that fence\n(Ay nigga, the dog coming hit the motherfucking fence)\nShoppin' that self ridges, I do not burn bridges\nWent from rags to riches\nWent from \"Who dat?\" To\n\"Please let me take pictures\"\nAll I wanna do is get rich and then get richer\nOnly person in my family making six figures\nLights out, neck still on\nFlight landed, but I'm still gone\nFuck friends, I go buy cars\nShe wanna fuck with a real Rockstar (ew)\nI seen her stats, but these bitches not hard\nYou want some, I just make one call\nAnd get you dealt with\nShow you the reason why I'm not the one to mess with\nYes, I be stacking up my money like it's Tetris\nEverywhere I go I'm good, ain't gotta check it\nI'm in London with the pals like I'm Hefty\nNever know my next move, I keep 'em guessing\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(Lights out)\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\nI was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends\nI was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends\nI ain't tryna pool\n(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\nI hate people\nThey're just so weird, man\nI fucking hate them","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lighthouse\n  artist: Take A Daytrip\n  album: Lighthouse\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\n  Don't need nobody\n  Did it on my ones, don't owe nobody\n  You're a chief, you're a pussy\n  Just anybody\n  Might have a strally, that don't make you Gully, like\n  Give me all the pennies, make pounds 'n I'm out\n  I want P, you can keep the clout\n  Way too gobby getting boxed in the mouth\n  Noddy still got a shotty with the spouse\n  All I want's a house, so I can set you free\n  And let the dogs hunt you down\n  Drinks on me\n  At the bottom with the clowns\n  Who's laughing now, you lost the plot\n  That's your peak, I wanna chain like McD's\n  Bust your head, fuck the feds, no reason (fuck 'em)\n  Who needs one when you're vexed?\n  Living on the edge, come correct you're moving wet\n  You're a sket, sell MD I call it peck (pricey!)\n  Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\n  My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\n  Bro, you're just a flop, you're a dub 'nuff said\n  Put your face on a hob, when I see blood red (ah)\n  Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\n  My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\n  Bro, you're just a flop, you're a dopp, 'nuff said\n  Put your face on a hob, when I see blood (red)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (Lights out)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  Look, okay\n  Nigga I ain't tryna to make no homies\n  Extend the Glock 19, I just got it from my broadie\n  Keep it on me in the summertime\n  My whole city turnt\n  Tech Nine with the miniburst\n  I feel safe in mini turf\n  Nigga said he gon' kill me on the internet\n  He only talking 'cause KT ain't came to kill him yet\n  You better chill with all that side talk\n  Before you hit that sidewalk\n  Outlined in FBI chalk, you finna make me\n  You finna make me lose my cool (my cool)\n  Choppa shake this block up just like it's 1992\n  Hit a pussy nigga, turf and go crazy\n  He ain't see me 'cause I came disguised as an old lady\n  Non-affiliated, still I'm not the one to play with\n  Niggas killed the homie so we 'bout to take a daytrip\n  Bitch I'm on ten\n  The K9's coming time to go hit that fence\n  (Ay nigga, the dog coming hit the motherfucking fence)\n  Shoppin' that self ridges, I do not burn bridges\n  Went from rags to riches\n  Went from \"Who dat?\" To\n  \"Please let me take pictures\"\n  All I wanna do is get rich and then get richer\n  Only person in my family making six figures\n  Lights out, neck still on\n  Flight landed, but I'm still gone\n  Fuck friends, I go buy cars\n  She wanna fuck with a real Rockstar (ew)\n  I seen her stats, but these bitches not hard\n  You want some, I just make one call\n  And get you dealt with\n  Show you the reason why I'm not the one to mess with\n  Yes, I be stacking up my money like it's Tetris\n  Everywhere I go I'm good, ain't gotta check it\n  I'm in London with the pals like I'm Hefty\n  Never know my next move, I keep 'em guessing\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (Lights out)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends\n  I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends\n  I ain't tryna pool\n  (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\n  I hate people\n  They're just so weird, man\n  I fucking hate them\n"},{"id":12667216,"name":"Lighthouse","trackName":"Lighthouse","artistName":"Take a Daytrip feat. Rico Nasty, slowthai & Icecoldbishop","albumName":"Lighthouse","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\n(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\nDon't need nobody\nDid it on my ones, don't owe nobody\nYou're a chief, you're a pussy\nJust anybody\nMight have a strally, that don't make you Gully, like\nGive me all the pennies, make pounds 'n I'm out\nI want P, you can keep the clout\nWay too gobby getting boxed in the mouth\nNoddy still got a shotty with the spouse\nAll I want's a house, so I can set you free\nAnd let the dogs hunt you down\nDrinks on me\nAt the bottom with the clowns\nWho's laughing now, you lost the plot\nThat's your peak, I wanna chain like McD's\nBust your head, fuck the feds, no reason (fuck 'em)\nWho needs one when you're vexed?\nLiving on the edge, come correct you're moving wet\nYou're a sket, sell MD I call it peck (pricey!)\nClock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\nMy team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\nBro, you're just a flop, you're a dub 'nuff said\nPut your face on a hob, when I see blood red (ah)\nClock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\nMy team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\nBro, you're just a flop, you're a dopp, 'nuff said\nPut your face on a hob, when I see blood (red)\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(Lights out)\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\nLook, okay\nNigga I ain't tryna to make no homies\nExtend the Glock 19, I just got it from my broadie\nKeep it on me in the summertime\nMy whole city turnt\nTech Nine with the miniburst\nI feel safe in mini turf\nNigga said he gon' kill me on the internet\nHe only talking 'cause KT ain't came to kill him yet\nYou better chill with all that side talk\nBefore you hit that sidewalk\nOutlined in FBI chalk, you finna make me\nYou finna make me lose my cool (my cool)\nChoppa shake this block up just like it's 1992\nHit a pussy nigga, turf and go crazy\nHe ain't see me 'cause I came disguised as an old lady\nNon-affiliated, still I'm not the one to play with\nNiggas killed the homie so we 'bout to take a daytrip\nBitch I'm on ten\nThe K9's coming time to go hit that fence\n(Ay nigga, the dog coming hit the motherfucking fence)\nShoppin' that self ridges, I do not burn bridges\nWent from rags to riches\nWent from \"Who dat?\" To\n\"Please let me take pictures\"\nAll I wanna do is get rich and then get richer\nOnly person in my family making six figures\nLights out, neck still on\nFlight landed, but I'm still gone\nFuck friends, I go buy cars\nShe wanna fuck with a real Rockstar (ew)\nI seen her stats, but these bitches not hard\nYou want some, I just make one call\nAnd get you dealt with\nShow you the reason why I'm not the one to mess with\nYes, I be stacking up my money like it's Tetris\nEverywhere I go I'm good, ain't gotta check it\nI'm in London with the pals like I'm Hefty\nNever know my next move, I keep 'em guessing\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(Lights out)\nI'm the guide, like a lighthouse\nLook at me funny, might poke your eyes out\nPlay, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\n(I was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends)\nI was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends\nI was bummy in my ends\nJoggin' bottoms, 110s\nI ain't tryna to make friends\nI ain't tryna pool\n(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\nI hate people\nThey're just so weird, man\nI fucking hate them","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lighthouse\n  artist: Take a Daytrip feat. Rico Nasty, slowthai & Icecoldbishop\n  album: Lighthouse\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\n  Don't need nobody\n  Did it on my ones, don't owe nobody\n  You're a chief, you're a pussy\n  Just anybody\n  Might have a strally, that don't make you Gully, like\n  Give me all the pennies, make pounds 'n I'm out\n  I want P, you can keep the clout\n  Way too gobby getting boxed in the mouth\n  Noddy still got a shotty with the spouse\n  All I want's a house, so I can set you free\n  And let the dogs hunt you down\n  Drinks on me\n  At the bottom with the clowns\n  Who's laughing now, you lost the plot\n  That's your peak, I wanna chain like McD's\n  Bust your head, fuck the feds, no reason (fuck 'em)\n  Who needs one when you're vexed?\n  Living on the edge, come correct you're moving wet\n  You're a sket, sell MD I call it peck (pricey!)\n  Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\n  My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\n  Bro, you're just a flop, you're a dub 'nuff said\n  Put your face on a hob, when I see blood red (ah)\n  Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\n  My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\n  Bro, you're just a flop, you're a dopp, 'nuff said\n  Put your face on a hob, when I see blood (red)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (Lights out)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  Look, okay\n  Nigga I ain't tryna to make no homies\n  Extend the Glock 19, I just got it from my broadie\n  Keep it on me in the summertime\n  My whole city turnt\n  Tech Nine with the miniburst\n  I feel safe in mini turf\n  Nigga said he gon' kill me on the internet\n  He only talking 'cause KT ain't came to kill him yet\n  You better chill with all that side talk\n  Before you hit that sidewalk\n  Outlined in FBI chalk, you finna make me\n  You finna make me lose my cool (my cool)\n  Choppa shake this block up just like it's 1992\n  Hit a pussy nigga, turf and go crazy\n  He ain't see me 'cause I came disguised as an old lady\n  Non-affiliated, still I'm not the one to play with\n  Niggas killed the homie so we 'bout to take a daytrip\n  Bitch I'm on ten\n  The K9's coming time to go hit that fence\n  (Ay nigga, the dog coming hit the motherfucking fence)\n  Shoppin' that self ridges, I do not burn bridges\n  Went from rags to riches\n  Went from \"Who dat?\" To\n  \"Please let me take pictures\"\n  All I wanna do is get rich and then get richer\n  Only person in my family making six figures\n  Lights out, neck still on\n  Flight landed, but I'm still gone\n  Fuck friends, I go buy cars\n  She wanna fuck with a real Rockstar (ew)\n  I seen her stats, but these bitches not hard\n  You want some, I just make one call\n  And get you dealt with\n  Show you the reason why I'm not the one to mess with\n  Yes, I be stacking up my money like it's Tetris\n  Everywhere I go I'm good, ain't gotta check it\n  I'm in London with the pals like I'm Hefty\n  Never know my next move, I keep 'em guessing\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (Lights out)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends\n  I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends\n  I ain't tryna pool\n  (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\n  I hate people\n  They're just so weird, man\n  I fucking hate them\n"},{"id":12487919,"name":"Lighthouse (feat. 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Rico Nasty, slowthai & ICECOLDBISHOP)\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\n  Don't need nobody\n  Did it on my ones, don't owe nobody\n  You're a chief, you're a pussy\n  Just anybody\n  Might have a strally, that don't make you Gully, like\n  Give me all the pennies, make pounds 'n I'm out\n  I want P, you can keep the clout\n  Way too gobby getting boxed in the mouth\n  Noddy still got a shotty with the spouse\n  All I want's a house, so I can set you free\n  And let the dogs hunt you down\n  Drinks on me\n  At the bottom with the clowns\n  Who's laughing now, you lost the plot\n  That's your peak, I wanna chain like McD's\n  Bust your head, fuck the feds, no reason (fuck 'em)\n  Who needs one when you're vexed?\n  Living on the edge, come correct you're moving wet\n  You're a sket, sell MD I call it peck (pricey!)\n  Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\n  My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\n  Bro, you're just a flop, you're a dub 'nuff said\n  Put your face on a hob, when I see blood red (ah)\n  Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech\n  My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in the shed\n  Bro, you're just a flop, you're a dopp, 'nuff said\n  Put your face on a hob, when I see blood (red)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (Lights out)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  Look, okay\n  Nigga I ain't tryna to make no homies\n  Extend the Glock 19, I just got it from my broadie\n  Keep it on me in the summertime\n  My whole city turnt\n  Tech Nine with the miniburst\n  I feel safe in mini turf\n  Nigga said he gon' kill me on the internet\n  He only talking 'cause KT ain't came to kill him yet\n  You better chill with all that side talk\n  Before you hit that sidewalk\n  Outlined in FBI chalk, you finna make me\n  You finna make me lose my cool (my cool)\n  Choppa shake this block up just like it's 1992\n  Hit a pussy nigga, turf and go crazy\n  He ain't see me 'cause I came disguised as an old lady\n  Non-affiliated, still I'm not the one to play with\n  Niggas killed the homie so we 'bout to take a daytrip\n  Bitch I'm on ten\n  The K9's coming time to go hit that fence\n  (Ay nigga, the dog coming hit the motherfucking fence)\n  Shoppin' that self ridges, I do not burn bridges\n  Went from rags to riches\n  Went from \"Who dat?\" To\n  \"Please let me take pictures\"\n  All I wanna do is get rich and then get richer\n  Only person in my family making six figures\n  Lights out, neck still on\n  Flight landed, but I'm still gone\n  Fuck friends, I go buy cars\n  She wanna fuck with a real Rockstar (ew)\n  I seen her stats, but these bitches not hard\n  You want some, I just make one call\n  And get you dealt with\n  Show you the reason why I'm not the one to mess with\n  Yes, I be stacking up my money like it's Tetris\n  Everywhere I go I'm good, ain't gotta check it\n  I'm in London with the pals like I'm Hefty\n  Never know my next move, I keep 'em guessing\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (Lights out)\n  I'm the guide, like a lighthouse\n  Look at me funny, might poke your eyes out\n  Play, don't funny, fluffy bunny in my ends\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  (I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends)\n  I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends\n  I was bummy in my ends\n  Joggin' bottoms, 110s\n  I ain't tryna to make friends\n  I ain't tryna pool\n  (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)\n  I hate people\n  They're just so weird, man\n  I fucking hate them\n"}]