[{"id":11861800,"name":"Catch 22","trackName":"Catch 22","artistName":"The Cross Movement","albumName":"Heaven's Mentality","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man, my life man catch it whether I don't, catch it whether I do\nSo it really don't matter know what I'm sayin'?\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nI'm comin' out slippery as a trout\nHere is my handle here is my spout\nFresh brand new born baby on the planet\nAlmost aborted taken for granted\nSticky from the womb\nAnd I feel doom\nAfter the scrub\nI can't feel no love\nDoctor says get the fix cause my body's throwin' fits\nEven though I don't know what it is I need a hit\nEverything's shakin' Why can't I stop?\nDon't warm me up no bottle, spark me up a rock\nAlmost evicted, blood vessels constricted\nI just got here and I'm addicted\nLive or die what should I do?\nLord help me I'm in a catch 22\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nYeah, I survived\nAnd at the age of five\nMy mommy's off crack\nSaid she ain't goin' back\nAnd from the looks of it you would think I got it made\nEver since mommy married Reverend Kinkade\nBut even at this age I feel the sickest kind of gloom\nCause each and every night he keeps sneakin' in my room\nTouchin' me and feelin' me I want to ring the bell\nBut he says if I tell then I'ma go to hell\nAnd Lord I don't want to go to hell I want to be with you\nI'm in a catch 22\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nNo, I never told, and now I'm 18 years old\nSometimes chill sometimes bold\nGirls say \"Uh, check him out he kinda fly\"\nAnd I can't relate no matter how hard I try\nI'm afraid ever since Reverend Kinkade\nI don't understand how I'm made\nSomethings gone wrong in my head I wish I was dead\nThe cuts on my wrist bled\nI guess that stuff about God ain't true\nCause why would he leave me in a catch 22\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nYo kid ya gotta live to get fed up\nAmped and kinda sped up\nYou got's to come head up\nAnd just don't let up\nI know life's been bangin', boomin', hittin'\nYou can't catch a break so your thinkin' 'bout quittin'\nBut listen, the life lesson is in launchin' out into the deep\nYo you gotta keep fishin' there's one who controls who you are and be\nWhich is a slight definition of the Almighty\nBut don't get it twisted, He's faithful and cares\nAnd won't allow you to go through more than you can bear\nBut with all your temptation, He'll give you an escape\nSo whether you've been molested or whether you've been raped\nOr born in the ghetto in a cold water flat\nBlind, or deaf, handi- or capped\nHold on deliverance is nigh\nCause you can get your piece of the pie\nIn the twinkling of an eye\nAnd God can't lie, it's a test, a plan\nSo will you still hold on when you can't understand?\nWill you hold on so that God can get the glory?\nYou'll get the reward, He'll tell the story\nAbout a person that had a hard life\nThe stress and the strife\nAnd nothin' went right\nAnd so much pain, didn't know what to do\nBut still serve God despite the catch 22\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nCatch twenty\nCatch twenty, catch twenty-two\nTwenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\nIndeed for real\nWe tryin'a say, catch 22, catch, catch 22\nYou catch it if you don't, you catch it if you do\nCatch 22, catch, catch 22, but the catch 22 ain't true, ya!\nCatch 22, catch, catch 22, you catch it if you don't, you catch it if you do\nCatch 22, catch, catch 22, but the catch 22 ain't true, for real, word life\nTo my man Tubb, thanks for the phat track\nWe be The Gift with my man Earthquake, ya, and I be the Tonic","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Catch 22\n  artist: The Cross Movement\n  album: Heaven's Mentality\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man, my life man catch it whether I don't, catch it whether I do\n  So it really don't matter know what I'm sayin'?\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  I'm comin' out slippery as a trout\n  Here is my handle here is my spout\n  Fresh brand new born baby on the planet\n  Almost aborted taken for granted\n  Sticky from the womb\n  And I feel doom\n  After the scrub\n  I can't feel no love\n  Doctor says get the fix cause my body's throwin' fits\n  Even though I don't know what it is I need a hit\n  Everything's shakin' Why can't I stop?\n  Don't warm me up no bottle, spark me up a rock\n  Almost evicted, blood vessels constricted\n  I just got here and I'm addicted\n  Live or die what should I do?\n  Lord help me I'm in a catch 22\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Yeah, I survived\n  And at the age of five\n  My mommy's off crack\n  Said she ain't goin' back\n  And from the looks of it you would think I got it made\n  Ever since mommy married Reverend Kinkade\n  But even at this age I feel the sickest kind of gloom\n  Cause each and every night he keeps sneakin' in my room\n  Touchin' me and feelin' me I want to ring the bell\n  But he says if I tell then I'ma go to hell\n  And Lord I don't want to go to hell I want to be with you\n  I'm in a catch 22\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  No, I never told, and now I'm 18 years old\n  Sometimes chill sometimes bold\n  Girls say \"Uh, check him out he kinda fly\"\n  And I can't relate no matter how hard I try\n  I'm afraid ever since Reverend Kinkade\n  I don't understand how I'm made\n  Somethings gone wrong in my head I wish I was dead\n  The cuts on my wrist bled\n  I guess that stuff about God ain't true\n  Cause why would he leave me in a catch 22\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Yo kid ya gotta live to get fed up\n  Amped and kinda sped up\n  You got's to come head up\n  And just don't let up\n  I know life's been bangin', boomin', hittin'\n  You can't catch a break so your thinkin' 'bout quittin'\n  But listen, the life lesson is in launchin' out into the deep\n  Yo you gotta keep fishin' there's one who controls who you are and be\n  Which is a slight definition of the Almighty\n  But don't get it twisted, He's faithful and cares\n  And won't allow you to go through more than you can bear\n  But with all your temptation, He'll give you an escape\n  So whether you've been molested or whether you've been raped\n  Or born in the ghetto in a cold water flat\n  Blind, or deaf, handi- or capped\n  Hold on deliverance is nigh\n  Cause you can get your piece of the pie\n  In the twinkling of an eye\n  And God can't lie, it's a test, a plan\n  So will you still hold on when you can't understand?\n  Will you hold on so that God can get the glory?\n  You'll get the reward, He'll tell the story\n  About a person that had a hard life\n  The stress and the strife\n  And nothin' went right\n  And so much pain, didn't know what to do\n  But still serve God despite the catch 22\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Catch twenty\n  Catch twenty, catch twenty-two\n  Twenty-two, twenty, twenty-two\n  Indeed for real\n  We tryin'a say, catch 22, catch, catch 22\n  You catch it if you don't, you catch it if you do\n  Catch 22, catch, catch 22, but the catch 22 ain't true, ya!\n  Catch 22, catch, catch 22, you catch it if you don't, you catch it if you do\n  Catch 22, catch, catch 22, but the catch 22 ain't true, for real, word life\n  To my man Tubb, thanks for the phat track\n  We be The Gift with my man Earthquake, ya, and I be the Tonic\n"}]