[{"id":28424740,"name":"Groupie Therapy","trackName":"Groupie Therapy","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"LabCabinCalifornia : Disk 1 The Album","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Bootie brown)\nI was standing, one of the cast of many\nI would give anything to swing hand in hand\nWith her but it was just a blur\nI couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame\nFor a nigga who can barely afford his name\nSo the dame kept aim at the stars\nI'm often thinking about her\nWhen I'm waitin on calls across the border\nMade sure my rhymes in order cause\nThat moment could be near and it was\nNow my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\nSo I appear and perform international\nThe time came she stepped to me I thought rational\nBut she knew I wanted it\nShe walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\nI knocked the reebok now she jock\nBlowin up the pactel and the doorbell\nHad to check myself as well love boat won't sail\nCause I'm not captain let them know from the start\nI let you break me off but I won't let you\nBreak my heart\n\n(Slim kid3)\nSo I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\nThe most incredible shit in slim kid history\nSo watch if you will the moment some good\nShit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\nOverly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\nStill burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\nWith ya baby or make ya my old lady\nYou just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\nThe sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\nAll of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep\nSwayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\nSimple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\nTryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\nAnd you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\nSo step out my world and turn the light off\n\n(Fat lip)\nShe was my high school sweetheart down from start\nWhen all I had was high hopes my health and my art\nBut when I got fame she became unsure\nIf I could still feel the same when I came off tour\nI said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\nNo need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\nSo now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\nAnd as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\nAt the backstage gate lookin' great straight\nWaitin for a nigga so now I figure\n\"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\nMade a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\nNow I get back the very next week only to learn\nThe tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\nLast thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\nNight gettin blunted\nAnd zooted with a clique of well known\nReputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\nBackstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\nBy anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\nOh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\nHer out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\nFrom a therapist twice a week\n\n(Imani)\nSo let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the\nFreak\nInstantly she made another selection\nBecause he was in the lime plus had\nThe money connection \"correction\"\n\"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\nA charade in the game of deception\nThis miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\nOf the mattress 'cause she's a wanna be mack-tress\nWell built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\nAnd I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\nType of women who still be swimming lost and confused\nIn the lake of illusion with no values is why they're\nConstantly losin'","syncedLyrics":"[01:10.87] (Bootie brown)\n[01:25.35] I was standing, one of the cast of many\n[01:27.09] I would give anything to swing hand in hand\n[01:29.83] With her but it was just a blur\n[01:31.67] I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame\n[01:33.46] For a nigga who can barely afford his name\n[01:35.25] So the dame kept aim at the stars\n[01:37.93] I'm often thinking about her\n[01:38.85] When I'm waitin on calls across the border\n[01:40.64] Made sure my rhymes in order cause\n[01:41.50] That moment could be near and it was\n[01:43.36] Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\n[01:46.07] So I appear and perform international\n[01:47.81] The time came she stepped to me I thought rational\n[01:50.58] But she knew I wanted it\n[01:52.35] She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\n[01:54.11] I knocked the reebok now she jock\n[01:55.93] Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell\n[01:57.71] Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail\n[02:01.37] Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start\n[02:04.09] I let you break me off but I won't let you\n[02:04.99] Break my heart\n[02:08.59] (Slim kid3)\n[02:16.63] So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\n[02:19.33] The most incredible shit in slim kid history\n[02:22.08] So watch if you will the moment some good\n[02:24.75] Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\n[02:26.54] Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\n[02:28.30] Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\n[02:31.99] With ya baby or make ya my old lady\n[02:33.72] You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\n[02:37.48] The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\n[02:40.15] All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep\n[02:43.72] Swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\n[02:47.31] Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\n[02:49.12] Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\n[02:51.89] And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\n[02:54.57] So step out my world and turn the light off\n[02:57.25] (Fat lip)\n[03:07.14] She was my high school sweetheart down from start\n[03:09.81] When all I had was high hopes my health and my art\n[03:12.55] But when I got fame she became unsure\n[03:14.30] If I could still feel the same when I came off tour\n[03:17.08] I said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\n[03:19.76] No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\n[03:22.48] So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\n[03:25.14] And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\n[03:27.88] At the backstage gate lookin' great straight\n[03:30.52] Waitin for a nigga so now I figure\n[03:32.35] \"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\n[03:35.06] Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\n[03:38.61] Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n[03:51.35] The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n[03:53.15] Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n[03:55.83] Night gettin blunted\n[03:58.58] And zooted with a clique of well known\n[04:00.34] Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n[04:03.09] Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\n[04:05.72] By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\n[04:08.44] Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\n[04:12.08] Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\n[04:13.85] From a therapist twice a week\n[04:19.23] (Imani)\n[04:24.63] So let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the\n[04:25.58] Freak\n[04:26.46] Instantly she made another selection\n[04:27.35] Because he was in the lime plus had\n[04:28.27] The money connection \"correction\"\n[04:30.02] \"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\n[04:31.81] A charade in the game of deception\n[04:34.51] This miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\n[04:37.25] Of the mattress 'cause she's a wanna be mack-tress\n[04:41.76] Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\n[04:44.42] And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\n[04:47.22] Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused\n[04:50.83] In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're\n[04:53.51] Constantly losin'\n[04:59.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Groupie Therapy\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: 'LabCabinCalifornia : Disk 1 The Album'\n  duration_ms: 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was standing, one of the cast of many\n  I would give anything to swing hand in hand\n  With her but it was just a blur\n  I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame\n  For a nigga who can barely afford his name\n  So the dame kept aim at the stars\n  I'm often thinking about her\n  When I'm waitin on calls across the border\n  Made sure my rhymes in order cause\n  That moment could be near and it was\n  Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\n  So I appear and perform international\n  The time came she stepped to me I thought rational\n  But she knew I wanted it\n  She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\n  I knocked the reebok now she jock\n  Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell\n  Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail\n  Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start\n  I let you break me off but I won't let you\n  Break my heart\n\n  (Slim kid3)\n  So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\n  The most incredible shit in slim kid history\n  So watch if you will the moment some good\n  Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\n  Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\n  Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\n  With ya baby or make ya my old lady\n  You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\n  The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\n  All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep\n  Swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\n  Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\n  Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\n  And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\n  So step out my world and turn the light off\n\n  (Fat lip)\n  She was my high school sweetheart down from start\n  When all I had was high hopes my health and my art\n  But when I got fame she became unsure\n  If I could still feel the same when I came off tour\n  I said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\n  No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\n  So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\n  And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\n  At the backstage gate lookin' great straight\n  Waitin for a nigga so now I figure\n  \"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\n  Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\n  Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n  The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n  Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n  Night gettin blunted\n  And zooted with a clique of well known\n  Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n  Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\n  By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\n  Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\n  Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\n  From a therapist twice a week\n\n  (Imani)\n  So let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the\n  Freak\n  Instantly she made another selection\n  Because he was in the lime plus had\n  The money connection \"correction\"\n  \"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\n  A charade in the game of deception\n  This miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\n  Of the mattress 'cause she's a wanna be mack-tress\n  Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\n  And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\n  Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused\n  In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're\n  Constantly losin'\n"},{"id":3947891,"name":"Groupie Therapy","trackName":"Groupie Therapy","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Labcabincalifornia","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I was standing one of the cast of many\nI would give anything to swing hand in hand\nWith her but it was just a blur\nI couldn't blame her why give up fortune and the fame\nFor a nigga who can barely afford his name\nSo the dame kept aim at the stars\nI'm often thinking about her\nWhen I'm waiting on calls across the border\nMade sure my rhymes in order 'cause\nThat moment could be near and it was\nNow my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\nSo I appear and perform international\nThe time came she stepped to me I thought rational\nBut she knew I wanted it\nShe walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\nI knocked the Reebok Now she jock\nBlowin' up the Pactel and the doorbell\nHad to check myself as well love boat won't sail\n'Cause I'm no captain let them know from the start\nI let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart\nSo I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\nThe most incredible shit in Slim Kid history\nSo watch if you will the moment some good\nShit pops and they be fogging up ya grill\nOverly thrilled to get you in ya ass like Massin Gil\nStill burning shit now and I'm still learning how not to fuck\nWith ya baby or make ya my old lady\nYou just overcasting ya ass is shady trying to block\nThe sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinuing\nAll of this pipe that I've been laying as long as you keep\nSwaying to another crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\nSimple so get it through ya two temples because I'm\nTryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\nAnd you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\nSo step out my world and turn the light off\nShe was my high school sweetheart down from start\nWhen all I had was high hopes my health and my art\nBut when I got fame she became unsure\nIf I could still feel the same when I came off tour\nI said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\nNo need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\nSo now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\nAnd as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\nAt the backstage gate lookin' great straight\nWaiting for a nigga so now I figure\n\"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\nMade a call out to L.A. To say what had to say\nNow I get back the very next week only to learn\nThe tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\nLast thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\nNight getting blunted\nAnd zooted with a clique of well known\nReputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\nBackstage with her little backpack trying to get chose\nBy another nigga with talent wealth and fame\nOh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turning\nHer out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\nFrom a therapist twice a week\nSo let me speak about the freak, so let me speak about the freak\nInstantly she made another selection\nBecause he was in the lime plus had\nThe money connection \"correction\"\n\"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\nA charade in the game of deception\nThis Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\nOf the mattress 'cause she's a want to be mack-tress\nWell built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\nAnd I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\nType of women who still be swimming lost and confused\nIn the lake of illusion with no values is why they're constantly losin'","syncedLyrics":"[01:24.81] I was standing one of the cast of many\n[01:27.75] I would give anything to swing hand in hand\n[01:30.14] With her but it was just a blur\n[01:31.29] I couldn't blame her why give up fortune and the fame\n[01:33.81] For a nigga who can barely afford his name\n[01:35.82] So the dame kept aim at the stars\n[01:37.81] I'm often thinking about her\n[01:38.95] When I'm waiting on calls across the border\n[01:40.72] Made sure my rhymes in order 'cause\n[01:42.11] That moment could be near and it was\n[01:43.60] Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\n[01:45.59] So I appear and perform international\n[01:48.07] The time came she stepped to me I thought rational\n[01:50.70] But she knew I wanted it\n[01:52.14] She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\n[01:54.30] I knocked the Reebok Now she jock\n[01:56.20] Blowin' up the Pactel and the doorbell\n[01:58.65] Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail\n[02:01.32] 'Cause I'm no captain let them know from the start\n[02:03.67] I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart\n[02:16.38] So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\n[02:19.05] The most incredible shit in Slim Kid history\n[02:21.73] So watch if you will the moment some good\n[02:24.59] Shit pops and they be fogging up ya grill\n[02:26.64] Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like Massin Gil\n[02:29.37] Still burning shit now and I'm still learning how not to fuck\n[02:32.69] With ya baby or make ya my old lady\n[02:34.11] You just overcasting ya ass is shady trying to block\n[02:37.72] The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinuing\n[02:40.56] All of this pipe that I've been laying as long as you keep\n[02:44.01] Swaying to another crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\n[02:47.44] Simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm\n[02:50.02] Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\n[02:51.77] And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\n[02:54.89] So step out my world and turn the light off\n[03:06.83] She was my high school sweetheart down from start\n[03:09.51] When all I had was high hopes my health and my art\n[03:12.12] But when I got fame she became unsure\n[03:14.54] If I could still feel the same when I came off tour\n[03:17.05] I said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\n[03:19.85] No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\n[03:22.40] So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\n[03:25.08] And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\n[03:27.69] At the backstage gate lookin' great straight\n[03:30.25] Waiting for a nigga so now I figure\n[03:32.39] \"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\n[03:35.00] Made a call out to L.A. To say what had to say\n[03:47.85] Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n[03:50.90] The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n[03:53.60] Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n[03:57.15] Night getting blunted\n[03:58.23] And zooted with a clique of well known\n[04:00.39] Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n[04:03.09] Backstage with her little backpack trying to get chose\n[04:05.71] By another nigga with talent wealth and fame\n[04:08.17] Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turning\n[04:11.20] Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\n[04:14.28] From a therapist twice a week\n[04:18.01] So let me speak about the freak, so let me speak about the freak\n[04:24.16] Instantly she made another selection\n[04:26.29] Because he was in the lime plus had\n[04:27.55] The money connection \"correction\"\n[04:29.64] \"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\n[04:31.91] A charade in the game of deception\n[04:33.95] This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\n[04:37.53] Of the mattress 'cause she's a want to be mack-tress\n[04:41.30] Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\n[04:44.29] And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\n[04:47.16] Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused\n[04:50.38] In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're constantly losin'","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Groupie Therapy\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Labcabincalifornia\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I was standing one of the cast of many\n  start_ms: 84810\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: I would give anything to swing hand in hand\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 90140\n- text: With her but it was just a blur\n  start_ms: 90140\n  end_ms: 91290\n- text: I couldn't blame her why give up fortune and the fame\n  start_ms: 91290\n  end_ms: 93810\n- text: For a nigga who can barely afford his name\n  start_ms: 93810\n  end_ms: 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To say what had to say\n  Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n  The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n  Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n  Night getting blunted\n  And zooted with a clique of well known\n  Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n  Backstage with her little backpack trying to get chose\n  By another nigga with talent wealth and fame\n  Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turning\n  Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\n  From a therapist twice a week\n  So let me speak about the freak, so let me speak about the freak\n  Instantly she made another selection\n  Because he was in the lime plus had\n  The money connection \"correction\"\n  \"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\n  A charade in the game of deception\n  This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\n  Of the mattress 'cause she's a want to be mack-tress\n  Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\n  And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\n  Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused\n  In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're constantly losin'\n"},{"id":3616101,"name":"Groupie Therapy","trackName":"Groupie Therapy","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Labcabincalifornia (Deluxe Edition)","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Bootie brown)\nI was standing, one of the cast of many\nI would give anything to swing hand in hand\nWith her but it was just a blur\nI couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame\nFor a nigga who can barely afford his name\nSo the dame kept aim at the stars\nI'm often thinking about her\nWhen I'm waitin on calls across the border\nMade sure my rhymes in order cause\nThat moment could be near and it was\nNow my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\nSo I appear and perform international\nThe time came she stepped to me I thought rational\nBut she knew I wanted it\nShe walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\nI knocked the reebok now she jock\nBlowin up the pactel and the doorbell\nHad to check myself as well love boat won't sail\nCause I'm not captain let them know from the start\nI let you break me off but I won't let you\nBreak my heart\n\n(Slim kid3)\nSo I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\nThe most incredible shit in slim kid history\nSo watch if you will the moment some good\nShit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\nOverly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\nStill burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\nWith ya baby or make ya my old lady\nYou just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\nThe sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\nAll of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep\nSwayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\nSimple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\nTryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\nAnd you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\nSo step out my world and turn the light off\n\n(Fat lip)\nShe was my high school sweetheart down from start\nWhen all I had was high hopes my health and my art\nBut when I got fame she became unsure\nIf I could still feel the same when I came off tour\nI said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\nNo need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\nSo now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\nAnd as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\nAt the backstage gate lookin' great straight\nWaitin for a nigga so now I figure\n\"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\nMade a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\nNow I get back the very next week only to learn\nThe tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\nLast thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\nNight gettin blunted\nAnd zooted with a clique of well known\nReputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\nBackstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\nBy anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\nOh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\nHer out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\nFrom a therapist twice a week\n\n(Imani)\nSo let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the\nFreak\nInstantly she made another selection\nBecause he was in the lime plus had\nThe money connection \"correction\"\n\"Way more paid\" is why she laid and played\nA charade in the game of deception\nThis miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\nOf the mattress 'cause she's a wanna be mack-tress\nWell built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\nAnd I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\nType of women who still be swimming lost and confused\nIn the lake of illusion with no values is why they're\nConstantly losin'","syncedLyrics":"[01:10.87] (Bootie brown)\n[01:25.35] I was standing, one of the cast of many\n[01:27.09] I would give anything to swing hand in hand\n[01:29.83] With her but it was just a blur\n[01:31.67] I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame\n[01:33.46] For a nigga who can barely afford his name\n[01:35.25] So the dame kept aim at the stars\n[01:37.93] I'm often thinking about her\n[01:38.85] When I'm waitin on calls across the border\n[01:40.64] Made sure my rhymes in order cause\n[01:41.50] That moment could be near and it was\n[01:43.36] Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\n[01:46.07] So I appear and perform international\n[01:47.81] The time came she stepped to me I thought rational\n[01:50.58] But she knew I wanted it\n[01:52.35] She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\n[01:54.11] I knocked the reebok now she jock\n[01:55.93] Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell\n[01:57.71] Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail\n[02:01.37] Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start\n[02:04.09] I let you break me off but I won't let you\n[02:04.99] Break my heart\n[02:08.59] (Slim kid3)\n[02:16.63] So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\n[02:19.33] The most incredible shit in slim kid history\n[02:22.08] So watch if you will the moment some good\n[02:24.75] Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\n[02:26.54] Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\n[02:28.30] Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\n[02:31.99] With ya baby or make ya my old lady\n[02:33.72] You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\n[02:37.48] The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\n[02:40.15] All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep\n[02:43.72] Swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\n[02:47.31] Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\n[02:49.12] Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\n[02:51.89] And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\n[02:54.57] So step out my world and turn the light off\n[02:57.25] (Fat lip)\n[03:07.14] She was my high school sweetheart down from start\n[03:09.81] When all I had was high hopes my health and my 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But when I got fame she became unsure\n  If I could still feel the same when I came off tour\n  I said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\n  No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\n  So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\n  And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\n  At the backstage gate lookin' great straight\n  Waitin for a nigga so now I figure\n  \"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\n  Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\n  Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n  The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n  Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n  Night gettin blunted\n  And zooted with a clique of well known\n  Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n  Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\n  By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\n  Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\n  Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek 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history\n[02:22.08] So watch if you will the moment some good\n[02:24.75] Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\n[02:26.54] Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\n[02:28.30] Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\n[02:31.99] With ya baby or make ya my old lady\n[02:33.72] You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\n[02:37.48] The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\n[02:40.15] All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep\n[02:43.72] Swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\n[02:47.31] Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\n[02:49.12] Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\n[02:51.89] And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\n[02:54.57] So step out my world and turn the light off\n[02:57.25] (Fat lip)\n[03:07.14] She was my high school sweetheart down from start\n[03:09.81] When all I had was high hopes my health and my art\n[03:12.55] But when I got fame she became 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keep\n[02:43.72] Swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's\n[02:47.31] Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm\n[02:49.12] Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho\n[02:51.89] And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off\n[02:54.57] So step out my world and turn the light off\n[02:57.25] (Fat lip)\n[03:07.14] She was my high school sweetheart down from start\n[03:09.81] When all I had was high hopes my health and my art\n[03:12.55] But when I got fame she became unsure\n[03:14.30] If I could still feel the same when I came off tour\n[03:17.08] I said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\n[03:19.76] No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\n[03:22.48] So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\n[03:25.14] And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\n[03:27.88] At the backstage gate lookin' great straight\n[03:30.52] Waitin for a nigga so now I figure\n[03:32.35] \"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out 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laid and played\n[04:31.81] A charade in the game of deception\n[04:34.51] This miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress\n[04:37.25] Of the mattress 'cause she's a wanna be mack-tress\n[04:41.76] Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics\n[04:44.42] And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them\n[04:47.22] Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused\n[04:50.83] In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're\n[04:53.51] Constantly losin'\n[04:59.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Groupie Therapy\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Labcabincalifornia\n  duration_ms: 320156\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Bootie brown)\n  start_ms: 70870\n  end_ms: 85350\n- text: I was standing, one of the cast of many\n  start_ms: 85350\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: I would give anything to swing hand in hand\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89830\n- text: With her but it was just a blur\n  start_ms: 89830\n  end_ms: 91670\n- text: I couldn't blame 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But when I got fame she became unsure\n  If I could still feel the same when I came off tour\n  I said \"for sure\" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful\n  No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful\n  So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states\n  And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights\n  At the backstage gate lookin' great straight\n  Waitin for a nigga so now I figure\n  \"Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today\"\n  Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\n  Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n  The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n  Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n  Night gettin blunted\n  And zooted with a clique of well known\n  Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n  Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\n  By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\n  Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\n  Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek 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but it was just a blur\nI couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame\nFor a nigga who can barely afford his name\nSo the dame kept aim at the stars\nI'm often thinking about her\nWhen I'm waitin on calls across the border\nMade sure my rhymes in order cause\nThat moment could be near and it was\nNow my attorney is tellin' me to sign here\nSo I appear and perform international\nThe time came she stepped to me I thought rational\nBut she knew I wanted it\nShe walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\nI knocked the reebok now she jock\nBlowin up the pactel and the doorbell\nHad to check myself as well love boat won't sail\nCause I'm not captain let them know from the start\nI let you break me off but I won't let you\nBreak my heart\n\n(Slim kid3)\nSo I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\nThe most incredible shit in slim kid history\nSo watch if you will the moment some good\nShit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\nOverly thrilled to get you in ya ass like 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rational\n[01:50.58] But she knew I wanted it\n[01:52.35] She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock\n[01:54.11] I knocked the reebok now she jock\n[01:55.93] Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell\n[01:57.71] Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail\n[02:01.37] Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start\n[02:04.09] I let you break me off but I won't let you\n[02:04.99] Break my heart\n[02:08.59] (Slim kid3)\n[02:16.63] So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is\n[02:19.33] The most incredible shit in slim kid history\n[02:22.08] So watch if you will the moment some good\n[02:24.75] Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill\n[02:26.54] Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil\n[02:28.30] Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck\n[02:31.99] With ya baby or make ya my old lady\n[02:33.72] You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block\n[02:37.48] The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n\n[02:40.15] All of this pipe 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once I'm goin' all out today\"\n[03:35.06] Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...\n[03:38.61] Now I get back the very next week only to learn\n[03:51.35] The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred\n[03:53.15] Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every\n[03:55.83] Night gettin blunted\n[03:58.58] And zooted with a clique of well known\n[04:00.34] Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows\n[04:03.09] Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose\n[04:05.72] By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame\n[04:08.44] Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin\n[04:12.08] Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling\n[04:13.85] From a therapist twice a week\n[04:19.23] (Imani)\n[04:24.63] So let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the\n[04:25.58] Freak\n[04:26.46] Instantly she made another selection\n[04:27.35] Because he was in the lime plus had\n[04:28.27] The money connection \"correction\"\n[04:30.02] \"Way 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