[{"id":10796033,"name":"Get By Side A (Remix) [feat. Jay Z & Busta Rhymes]","trackName":"Get By Side A (Remix) [feat. Jay Z & Busta Rhymes]","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Get By (Remix)","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nMy Lord\nYeah\nWe sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes\nWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\nWe go through \"Epidodes II\" like \"Attack Of The Clones\"\nWork 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\nTo get by just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nWe commute to computers\nSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\nWe survivalists, turned to consumers\nJust to get by just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nAsk him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\nI paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\nMi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\nI think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself\nThese words, melt in my mouth\nThey hot, like the jail cell in the south\nBefore my nigga Core bailed me out\nTo get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nWe do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\nWith the window of the red eye\nLet the lead fly, on some G. Rap shit, \"livin' to let die\"\nThis morning, I woke up\nFeeling brand new, I jumped up\nFeeling my highs (yeah) and my lows (yeah)\nIn my soul (yeah) and my goals\nJust to stop smokin', and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons\nJust to get (by), just to get (by)\nJust to get (by), just to get (by)\nJust to get (by), just to get (by)\nJust to get (by-by-by-by-by-by)\nJust to get by\nJust to get (by), just to get (by)\nJust to get (by, by-by)\nWe keep it gangster say \"fo shizzle\", \"fo sheezy\" and \"stayin' crunk\"\nIts easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the blacks and latin's in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by?\nJust to get by, we get fly\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners, Sunday morning at the feet of the father\nThey need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, \"imagine all the people watch\"\nWe rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop\nThis morning, I woke up\nFeeling brand new, I jumped up\nFeeling my highs (yeah) and my lows (yeah)\nIn my soul (yeah) and my goals\nJust to stop smokin', and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons\nJust to get (by), just to get (by)\nJust to get (by), just to get (by)\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nSome people cry, and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nWhen, the people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nSome people cry, and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nWhen, the people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By Side A (Remix) [feat. Jay Z & Busta Rhymes]\n artist: Talib Kweli\n album: Get By (Remix)\n duration_ms: 247000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n My Lord\n Yeah\n We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through \"Epidodes II\" like \"Attack Of The Clones\"\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the south\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, on some G. Rap shit, \"livin' to let die\"\n This morning, I woke up\n Feeling brand new, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs (yeah) and my lows (yeah)\n In my soul (yeah) and my goals\n Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons\n Just to get (by), just to get (by)\n Just to get (by), just to get (by)\n Just to get (by), just to get (by)\n Just to get (by-by-by-by-by-by)\n Just to get by\n Just to get (by), just to get (by)\n Just to get (by, by-by)\n We keep it gangster say \"fo shizzle\", \"fo sheezy\" and \"stayin' crunk\"\n Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the blacks and latin's in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?\n Just to get by, we get fly\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners, Sunday morning at the feet of the father\n They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, \"imagine all the people watch\"\n We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop\n This morning, I woke up\n Feeling brand new, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs (yeah) and my lows (yeah)\n In my soul (yeah) and my goals\n Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons\n Just to get (by), just to get (by)\n Just to get (by), just to get (by)\n Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n Some people cry, and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly\n Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n When, the people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n Some people cry, and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly\n Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n When, the people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n"},{"id":13396825,"name":"Get By Side B (Remix) [feat. Jay Z, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes]","trackName":"Get By Side B (Remix) [feat. Jay Z, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes]","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Get By (Remix)","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Kweli\nYe-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back\nClassic Brooklyn, let's go\n\nWe sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone\nMy passionate poems got the feds tapping my phones\nIt's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I acted alone\nI got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nYo this remix is hot, we're only dealing with the live hip hop\nYo get by, get back nigga (Roc)\n\nJust to get by\nNigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah\nCarried a four five\nClaimed I was ready to die\nPromised never to cry\nHeld it all inside\nReality was too much to take so I\nKept my mind fly\nSlimmed for most of mine\nSoon as I closed my eyes\nThen I woke up behind\nNigga either I throw it up, these nines\nOr blow up with rhymes\nThe best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up\nAnd your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme\nNah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms\nDoing five dollars worth to work just to get a dime\nSo pardon my disposition\nWhy should I listen to a system that never listened to me?\nPicture me working McDonald's (uh uh)\nI'd rather pull a mac on you\nSorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing\n\nThis morning I woke up\nFeeling brand new and I, I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows\nIn my soul, and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nBut I've been thinking I got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get (by), just to get\n(Everybody gets your hands in the sky, it go)\n\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by\n(...hands in the sky, it go)\n\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nFo sho\nMy nigga Big D from the Westside said so\nCity need to holla coz he had some info\nWill bring it to me slang it to me\nYou know how we get down on the east side of town\nIt seems like a mighty long\nA brother gotta keep it strong\nFighting through the system that is designed to kill me\nCoz will you coz you know that we will be\nMakin it home to this ish till it's time to dip\nEastside Rollin 20 Crip that's the set I bang with\nIt's 2003 and I still go through the\nSame ish I went through a decade ago\nI made it so it should be different\nBut it ain't so let's just kick it\n\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by\n\nWe keep it gangster, stay 'for shizzle', 'for sheezy'\nDesensitize to the violence on the TV during the war\nKilling each other is easy as pouring liquor for fallen niggas\nBelieve me, it's ghetto libations seen it all before\nJust to get by, my people we get fly\nMy people we get high, filling cigars with the lah\nNigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receiving the throne\nI said to rest in peace to Nina Simone\n\nGuess I was used to just standing on corners\nWaiting for paper bags with bundles of crack\nHoping the week was good so I could get money back\nWhen I'm stressed I possess he strength to make me angry and bleed\nWith the frustration having me smoking Newports and weed\nWhen I would rely on my niggas and street motherfuckers\nAnd reach out to wife and then I place a call on my mother\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)\nIf you was five percent instead of acting stupid and guessing\nYou had to go and study your lessons\nAnd know your math in the building recession to get by\n\nThis morning I woke up\nFeeling brand new and I, I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows\nIn my soul, and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nBut I been thinkin I got my reasons\nJust to get (get), just to get (get)\nJust to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)\n\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nSome people try to be fly\nThey fake and they lie\nThey snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\nLook at the sky to survive\nPeople try to get by\nFighting force, slice of the pie\nTrying to eat and be high\nHow you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\nYour eyes keep on the prize\nWhat you seek and you'll find\nWho's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\nWho keeping it live?\nBrooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\nSome people try to be fly\nThey fake and they lie\nThey snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\nLook at the sky to survive\nPeople try to get by\nFighting force, slice of the pie\nTrying to eat and be high\nHow you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\nYour eyes keep on the prize\nWhat you seek and you'll find\nWho's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\nWho keeping it live?\nBrooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By Side B (Remix) [feat. Jay Z, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes]\n artist: Talib Kweli\n album: Get By (Remix)\n duration_ms: 288000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, Kweli\n Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back\n Classic Brooklyn, let's go\n\n We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone\n My passionate poems got the feds tapping my phones\n It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I acted alone\n I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Yo this remix is hot, we're only dealing with the live hip hop\n Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)\n\n Just to get by\n Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah\n Carried a four five\n Claimed I was ready to die\n Promised never to cry\n Held it all inside\n Reality was too much to take so I\n Kept my mind fly\n Slimmed for most of mine\n Soon as I closed my eyes\n Then I woke up behind\n Nigga either I throw it up, these nines\n Or blow up with rhymes\n The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up\n And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme\n Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms\n Doing five dollars worth to work just to get a dime\n So pardon my disposition\n Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?\n Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh)\n I'd rather pull a mac on you\n Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing\n\n This morning I woke up\n Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows\n In my soul, and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n But I've been thinking I got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get (by), just to get\n (Everybody gets your hands in the sky, it go)\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by\n (...hands in the sky, it go)\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Fo sho\n My nigga Big D from the Westside said so\n City need to holla coz he had some info\n Will bring it to me slang it to me\n You know how we get down on the east side of town\n It seems like a mighty long\n A brother gotta keep it strong\n Fighting through the system that is designed to kill me\n Coz will you coz you know that we will be\n Makin it home to this ish till it's time to dip\n Eastside Rollin 20 Crip that's the set I bang with\n It's 2003 and I still go through the\n Same ish I went through a decade ago\n I made it so it should be different\n But it ain't so let's just kick it\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by\n\n We keep it gangster, stay 'for shizzle', 'for sheezy'\n Desensitize to the violence on the TV during the war\n Killing each other is easy as pouring liquor for fallen niggas\n Believe me, it's ghetto libations seen it all before\n Just to get by, my people we get fly\n My people we get high, filling cigars with the lah\n Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receiving the throne\n I said to rest in peace to Nina Simone\n\n Guess I was used to just standing on corners\n Waiting for paper bags with bundles of crack\n Hoping the week was good so I could get money back\n When I'm stressed I possess he strength to make me angry and bleed\n With the frustration having me smoking Newports and weed\n When I would rely on my niggas and street motherfuckers\n And reach out to wife and then I place a call on my mother\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n (Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)\n If you was five percent instead of acting stupid and guessing\n You had to go and study your lessons\n And know your math in the building recession to get by\n\n This morning I woke up\n Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows\n In my soul, and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n But I been thinkin I got my reasons\n Just to get (get), just to get (get)\n Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Some people try to be fly\n They fake and they lie\n They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\n Look at the sky to survive\n People try to get by\n Fighting force, slice of the pie\n Trying to eat and be high\n How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\n Your eyes keep on the prize\n What you seek and you'll find\n Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\n Who keeping it live?\n Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\n Some people try to be fly\n They fake and they lie\n They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\n Look at the sky to survive\n People try to get by\n Fighting force, slice of the pie\n Trying to eat and be high\n How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\n Your eyes keep on the prize\n What you seek and you'll find\n Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\n Who keeping it live?\n Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\n"},{"id":36105300,"name":"Get By Side B (Remix ft. Jay Z, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"Get By Side B (Remix ft. 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that we let people decide\nWho keeping it live?\nBrooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\nSome people try to be fly\nThey fake and they lie\nThey snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\nLook at the sky to survive\nPeople try to get by\nFighting force, slice of the pie\nTrying to eat and be high\nHow you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\nYour eyes keep on the prize\nWhat you seek and you'll find\nWho's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\nWho keeping it live?\nBrooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By Side B (Remix ft. Jay Z, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes)\n artist: Talib Kweli\n album: Get By (Remix)\n duration_ms: 288000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, Kweli\n Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back\n Classic Brooklyn, let's go\n\n We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone\n My passionate poems got the feds tapping my phones\n It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I acted alone\n I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Yo this remix is hot, we're only dealing with the live hip hop\n Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)\n\n Just to get by\n Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah\n Carried a four five\n Claimed I was ready to die\n Promised never to cry\n Held it all inside\n Reality was too much to take so I\n Kept my mind fly\n Slimmed for most of mine\n Soon as I closed my eyes\n Then I woke up behind\n Nigga either I throw it up, these nines\n Or blow up with rhymes\n The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up\n And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme\n Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms\n Doing five dollars worth to work just to get a dime\n So pardon my disposition\n Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?\n Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh)\n I'd rather pull a mac on you\n Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing\n\n This morning I woke up\n Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows\n In my soul, and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n But I've been thinking I got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get (by), just to get\n (Everybody gets your hands in the sky, it go)\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by\n (...hands in the sky, it go)\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Fo sho\n My nigga Big D from the Westside said so\n City need to holla coz he had some info\n Will bring it to me slang it to me\n You know how we get down on the east side of town\n It seems like a mighty long\n A brother gotta keep it strong\n Fighting through the system that is designed to kill me\n Coz will you coz you know that we will be\n Makin it home to this ish till it's time to dip\n Eastside Rollin 20 Crip that's the set I bang with\n It's 2003 and I still go through the\n Same ish I went through a decade ago\n I made it so it should be different\n But it ain't so let's just kick it\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by\n\n We keep it gangster, stay 'for shizzle', 'for sheezy'\n Desensitize to the violence on the TV during the war\n Killing each other is easy as pouring liquor for fallen niggas\n Believe me, it's ghetto libations seen it all before\n Just to get by, my people we get fly\n My people we get high, filling cigars with the lah\n Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receiving the throne\n I said to rest in peace to Nina Simone\n\n Guess I was used to just standing on corners\n Waiting for paper bags with bundles of crack\n Hoping the week was good so I could get money back\n When I'm stressed I possess he strength to make me angry and bleed\n With the frustration having me smoking Newports and weed\n When I would rely on my niggas and street motherfuckers\n And reach out to wife and then I place a call on my mother\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n (Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)\n If you was five percent instead of acting stupid and guessing\n You had to go and study your lessons\n And know your math in the building recession to get by\n\n This morning I woke up\n Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows\n In my soul, and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n But I been thinkin I got my reasons\n Just to get (get), just to get (get)\n Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)\n\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Some people try to be fly\n They fake and they lie\n They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\n Look at the sky to survive\n People try to get by\n Fighting force, slice of the pie\n Trying to eat and be high\n How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\n Your eyes keep on the prize\n What you seek and you'll find\n Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\n Who keeping it live?\n Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\n Some people try to be fly\n They fake and they lie\n They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\n Look at the sky to survive\n People try to get by\n Fighting force, slice of the pie\n Trying to eat and be high\n How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\n Your eyes keep on the prize\n What you seek and you'll find\n Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\n Who keeping it live?\n Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\n"},{"id":16766215,"name":"Get By Remix (Remix)","trackName":"Get By Remix (Remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Kanye West-I'm Good","duration":343.954286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\nWe sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\nWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\nWe go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\nWork 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe commute to computers\nSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\nWe survivalists, turned to consumers\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nAsk him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\nI paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\nMe and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\nI think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\nThese words, melt in my mouth\nThey hot, like the jail cell in the South\nBefore my nigga Core bailed me out\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\nWith the window of the red eye\nLet the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By Remix (Remix)\n artist: Talib Kweli\n album: Kanye West-I'm Good\n duration_ms: 343954\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":23148945,"name":"Get By (remix) (feat. Mos Def","trackName":"Get By (remix) (feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (remix) (feat. Mos Def\n artist: Talib Kweli\n album: I'm Good\n duration_ms: 343986\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":23514823,"name":"Get By (Remix) ft. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (Remix) (feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":11227095,"name":"Get By (Remix) (feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":19330651,"name":"Get By Remix (Remix)","trackName":"Get By Remix (Remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli Feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":27111817,"name":"Get By Remix (Remix)","trackName":"Get By Remix (Remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli Feat. Mos Def, Jay","albumName":"College Dropout","duration":343.954286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\nWe sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\nWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\nWe go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\nWork 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe commute to computers\nSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\nWe survivalists, turned to consumers\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nAsk him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\nI paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\nMe and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\nI think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\nThese words, melt in my mouth\nThey hot, like the jail cell in the South\nBefore my nigga Core bailed me out\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\nWith the window of the red eye\nLet the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By Remix (Remix)\n artist: Talib Kweli Feat. Mos Def, Jay\n album: College Dropout\n duration_ms: 343954\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":32683263,"name":"Get By remix","trackName":"Get By remix","artistName":"Talib Kweli, Jay-Z, and Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Quality [Clean]","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Kweli\nYe-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back\nClassic Brooklyn, let's go\n\nWe sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone\nMy passionate poems got the feds tapping my phones\nIt's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm acting alone\nI got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nYo this remix is hot, we're only dealing with the live hip hop\nYo get by, get back nigga (Roc)\n\nJust to get by\nNigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah\nCarried a four five\nClaimed I was ready to die\nPromised never to cry\nHeld it all inside\nReality was too much to take so I\nKept my mind fly\nSlimmed for most of mine\nSoon as I closed my eyes\nThen I woke up behind\nNigga either I throw it up, these nines\nOr blow up with rhymes\nThe best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up\nAnd your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme\nNah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms\nDoing five dollars worth to work just to get a dime\nSo pardon my disposition\nWhy should I listen to a system that never listened to me?\nPicture me working McDonald's (uh uh)\nI'd rather pull a mac on you\nSorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing\n\nThis morning I woke up\nFeeling brand new and I, I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows\nIn my soul, and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nBut I've been thinking I got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get (by), just to get\n(everybody gets your hands in the sky, it go)\n\nbah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nBah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by\n(...hands in the sky, it go)\n\nbah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nbah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\n(Talib Kweli) Just to get by\n\nWe keep it gangster, stay 'for shizzle', 'for sheezy'\nDesensitize to the violence on the TV during the war\nKilling each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggas\nBelieve me, it's ghetto libations seen it all before\nJust to get by, my people we get fly\nMy people we get high, filling cigars with the lah\nNigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receiving the throne\nI said to rest in peace to Nina Simone\n\nBack in the days we was used to doing the shit\nI can't call it all in the streets\nWe was hustling fiends that asked for it\nI guess I was used to just standing on corners\nWaiting for paper bags with bundles of crack\nHoping the week was good so I could get money back\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nWhen I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength\nThat made me angry and bleed\nWith the frustration having me smoking Newports and weed\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nThose be the times when I try to rely\nOn my niggas and street motherfuckers\nAnd reach out to wife and then I place a call on my mother\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)\nIf you was five percent instead of acting stupid and guessing\nYou had to go and study your lessons\nAnd know your math in the building recession to get by\n\nThis morning I woke up\nFeeling brand new and I, I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows\nIn my soul, and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nBut I been thinkin I got my reasons\nJust to get (get), just to get (get)\nJust to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)\n\nbah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\nbah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\nSome people try to be fly\nThey fake and they lie\nThey snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\nLook at the sky to survive\nPeople try to get by\nFighting force, slice of the pie\nTrying to eat and be high\nHow you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\nYour eyes keep on the prize\nWhat you seek and you'll find\nWho's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\nWho keeping it live?\nBrooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\nSome people try to be fly\nThey fake and they lie\nThey snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\nLook at the sky to survive\nPeople try to get by\nFighting force, slice of the pie\nTrying to eat and be high\nHow you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\nYour eyes keep on the prize\nWhat you seek and you'll find","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By remix\n artist: Talib Kweli, Jay-Z, and Busta Rhymes\n album: Quality [Clean]\n duration_ms: 245000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, Kweli\n Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back\n Classic Brooklyn, let's go\n\n We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone\n My passionate poems got the feds tapping my phones\n It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm acting alone\n I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Yo this remix is hot, we're only dealing with the live hip hop\n Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)\n\n Just to get by\n Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah\n Carried a four five\n Claimed I was ready to die\n Promised never to cry\n Held it all inside\n Reality was too much to take so I\n Kept my mind fly\n Slimmed for most of mine\n Soon as I closed my eyes\n Then I woke up behind\n Nigga either I throw it up, these nines\n Or blow up with rhymes\n The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up\n And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme\n Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms\n Doing five dollars worth to work just to get a dime\n So pardon my disposition\n Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?\n Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh)\n I'd rather pull a mac on you\n Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing\n\n This morning I woke up\n Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows\n In my soul, and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n But I've been thinking I got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get (by), just to get\n (everybody gets your hands in the sky, it go)\n\n bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by\n (...hands in the sky, it go)\n\n bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n (Talib Kweli) Just to get by\n\n We keep it gangster, stay 'for shizzle', 'for sheezy'\n Desensitize to the violence on the TV during the war\n Killing each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggas\n Believe me, it's ghetto libations seen it all before\n Just to get by, my people we get fly\n My people we get high, filling cigars with the lah\n Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receiving the throne\n I said to rest in peace to Nina Simone\n\n Back in the days we was used to doing the shit\n I can't call it all in the streets\n We was hustling fiends that asked for it\n I guess I was used to just standing on corners\n Waiting for paper bags with bundles of crack\n Hoping the week was good so I could get money back\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength\n That made me angry and bleed\n With the frustration having me smoking Newports and weed\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Those be the times when I try to rely\n On my niggas and street motherfuckers\n And reach out to wife and then I place a call on my mother\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n (Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)\n If you was five percent instead of acting stupid and guessing\n You had to go and study your lessons\n And know your math in the building recession to get by\n\n This morning I woke up\n Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows\n In my soul, and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n But I been thinkin I got my reasons\n Just to get (get), just to get (get)\n Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)\n\n bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah\n bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah\n\n Some people try to be fly\n They fake and they lie\n They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\n Look at the sky to survive\n People try to get by\n Fighting force, slice of the pie\n Trying to eat and be high\n How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\n Your eyes keep on the prize\n What you seek and you'll find\n Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide\n Who keeping it live?\n Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon\n Some people try to be fly\n They fake and they lie\n They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes\n Look at the sky to survive\n People try to get by\n Fighting force, slice of the pie\n Trying to eat and be high\n How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?\n Your eyes keep on the prize\n What you seek and you'll find\n"},{"id":14970513,"name":"Get By (Remix)","trackName":"Get By (Remix)","artistName":"S. Carter/Talib Kweli/Busta Rhymes/Mos Def/Kanye West","albumName":"Library Of A Legend (The Complete Collection cd 2/9)","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\nWe sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\nWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\nWe go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\nWork 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe commute to computers\nSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\nWe survivalists, turned to consumers\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nAsk him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\nI paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\nMe and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\nI think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\nThese words, melt in my mouth\nThey hot, like the jail cell in the South\nBefore my nigga Core bailed me out\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\nWith the window of the red eye\nLet the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (Remix)\n artist: S. Carter/Talib Kweli/Busta Rhymes/Mos Def/Kanye West\n album: Library Of A Legend (The Complete Collection cd 2/9)\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":10060477,"name":"Get By (Remix)","trackName":"Get By (Remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli/Mos Def/Jay-Z/Kanye West/Busta Rhymes","albumName":"'various'","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\nWe sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\nWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\nWe go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\nWork 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe commute to computers\nSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\nWe survivalists, turned to consumers\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nAsk him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\nI paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\nMe and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\nI think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\nThese words, melt in my mouth\nThey hot, like the jail cell in the South\nBefore my nigga Core bailed me out\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\nWith the window of the red eye\nLet the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (Remix)\n artist: Talib Kweli/Mos Def/Jay-Z/Kanye West/Busta Rhymes\n album: '''various'''\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":10206666,"name":"Get By (Remix)","trackName":"Get By (Remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli/Mos Def/Jay-Z/Kanye West/Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\nWe sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\nWe smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\nWe go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\nWork 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe commute to computers\nSpirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\nWe survivalists, turned to consumers\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nAsk him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\nI paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\nMe and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\nI think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\nThese words, melt in my mouth\nThey hot, like the jail cell in the South\nBefore my nigga Core bailed me out\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nWe do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\nWith the window of the red eye\nLet the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (Remix)\n artist: Talib Kweli/Mos Def/Jay-Z/Kanye West/Busta Rhymes\n album: Non-Album\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":1850994,"name":"Get By (remix)","trackName":"Get By (remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (remix)\n artist: Talib Kweli feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":30544105,"name":"Get By (remix)","trackName":"Get By (remix)","artistName":"Kanye West feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (remix)\n artist: Kanye West feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":18421071,"name":"Get By (remix)","trackName":"Get By (remix)","artistName":"Talib Kweli feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (remix)\n artist: Talib Kweli feat. Mos Def & Jay‐Z & Kanye West & Busta Rhymes\n album: I’m Good…\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"},{"id":20448454,"name":"Get By (remix)","trackName":"Get By (remix)","artistName":"Kanye West feat. 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Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\nAnd I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, just to get by\nJust to get by, by, by\n\nWe keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\nIt's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\nYo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\nNumbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\nShit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\nI let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\nEven when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\nYour position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\nNow, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\nThe TV got us reachin' for stars\nNot the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\nSome people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\nSaturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\nThey need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\nWhen, all you really need is love\nTo get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\nOur parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\nWe rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\nThis morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\nFeeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\nJust to stop smoking and stop drinking\nAnd I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\nJust to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nSome people cry and some people try\nJust to get by, for a piece of the pie\nYou love to eat and get high\nWe deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nWhen people decide, to keep a disguise\nCan't see they eyes, see the evil inside\nBut there's people you find\nStrong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get By (remix)\n artist: Kanye West feat. Mos Def, JAY‐Z, Busta Rhymes & Talib Kweli\n album: Freshmen Adjustment 3\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, my Lord, yeah\n\n We sell, crack to our own out, the back of our homes\n We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn\n We go through, 'Epidodes II' like 'Attack of the clones'\n Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We commute to computers\n Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors\n We survivalists, turned to consumers\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor\n I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer\n Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help\n I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself\n\n These words, melt in my mouth\n They hot, like the jail cell in the South\n Before my nigga Core bailed me out\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky\n With the window of the red eye\n Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, 'Livin' to let die'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'\n And I've been thinkin', I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, just to get by\n Just to get by, by, by\n\n We keeping it gangster say fo shizzle, fo sheezy and stayin' crunk\n It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk\n Yo, I activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison\n Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision\n\n Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to\n I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional\n Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable\n Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you\n Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly\n\n The TV got us reachin' for stars\n Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts\n Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers\n Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father\n\n They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug\n When, all you really need is love\n To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n Our parents sing like John Lennon, 'Imagine all the people watch'\n We rock like Paul McCartney, 'From now until the last beatle drop'\n\n This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new and I jumped up\n Feeling my highs and my lows, in my soul and my goals\n Just to stop smoking and stop drinking\n And I've been thinking, I've got my reasons\n Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n Some people cry and some people try\n Just to get by, for a piece of the pie\n You love to eat and get high\n We deceive when we lie and we keepin' it fly\n\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n When people decide, to keep a disguise\n Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside\n But there's people you find\n Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs\n Yo, yo, yo, yo\n"}]