[{"id":36868806,"name":"Runnin'","trackName":"Runnin'","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"The Pharcyde","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on\nUh huh, check it out, check it out\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\nCheck the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\nCheck the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\nCheck the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\n\nCan't keep running away\nCan't keep running away\nCan't keep running away\nCan't keep running away\n\nI must admit on some occasions\nI went out like a punk and a chump\nOr a sucka or something to that effect\nRespect I used to never get\n'Cause all I got was upset\nWhen n-used to be like\n(What's up, fool? 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Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me.\nI don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\nIn other words just freeze\nIt's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\nHeavy as boulders but I told ya\nTill the day that I die I still\nwill be a soldier and that's all I told\nYa and that's all I showed ya\nAnd all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\nCan it be I'm a celebrity\nWhose on the brink of insanity\nNow don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\nCause when you in my position, it ain't never easy\nTo do any type of maintaining cause all this gaming and famin' from\nEntertainin' is hella straining to the brain and\nBut I can't keep running I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'\nCan't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin'away\nCan't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\nCan't keep, runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\nCan't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin'\n  artist: Pharcyde\n  album: Cydeways-The Best Of The Pharcyde\n  duration_ms: 296310\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't keep runnin' away runnin'\n  I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\n  And a chump or a sucker or something to that effect\n  Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset\n  When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\n  To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\n  Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\n  I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\n  Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\n  I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\n  This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\n  Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  Cause my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\n  But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\n  Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not trying to show\n  No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n  There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\n  Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\n  Help you in a squeeze, please they got problems of their\n  Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\n  Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\n  Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\n  It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\n  Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\n  Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\n  As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\n  Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\n  Free. Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me.\n  I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\n  In other words just freeze\n  It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\n  Heavy as boulders but I told ya\n  Till the day that I die I still\n  will be a soldier and that's all I told\n  Ya and that's all I showed ya\n  And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\n  Can it be I'm a celebrity\n  Whose on the brink of insanity\n  Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\n  Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy\n  To do any type of maintaining cause all this gaming and famin' from\n  Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and\n  But I can't keep running I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin'away\n  Can't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away, can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n  Can't keep, runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n"},{"id":19392839,"name":"Runnin’ (a cappella)","trackName":"Runnin’ (a cappella)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Runnin’","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can't keep runnin' away...\n\nVerse One: Fat Lip\n\nI must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\nand a chump or a sucka or something to that effect\nRespect I usedto never get when all I got was upset\nwhen niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\nto seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\nrecall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\nI'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\nthree, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\nI tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\nthis But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\nnervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\ncuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\nBut now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\naround with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show\nno macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\nVerse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\nThere comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\nhandle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\nhelp you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\nown Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\nget to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\nzones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\nit cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\nwhere I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\nevil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\nas a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\nlower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\nfree I 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Nigga, what's up?)\n\n  And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip\n  For no reason at all I can recall n- throwing C's in my face\n  Down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at three\n  Wondering, \"Why is everybody always pickin' on me?\n  I tried to talk and tell 'em, \"Chill, I did nothin' to deserve this\"\n  But when it didn't work, I wasn't scared, just real nervous and unprepared\n  To deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  My pappy never told me how to knock a ni gga out\n  But now in '95, I must survive as a man on my own\n  Fuck around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown\n  I'm not tryin' to show no macho is shown\n  But when it's on, when it's on, then it's on\n\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n\n  One, two\n  So listen here, come on\n  There comes a time in every man's life\n  When he's gotta handle shit up on his own\n  Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze\n  Please, they got problems of their own\n  Down for the count on seven chicken, shit don't get to heaven\n  'Til they faced these fears in these fear zones\n  Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool\n\n  Just so some real shit won't get full blown bein' where I'm from\n  They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck\n  Could lynch a helpless colored figure and\n  As a victim I invented low-key\n  'Til the keyhole itself got lower than me\n  So I stood up and let my free form form free\n  Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me\n  I don't sweat it, I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\n  In other words, just debris\n\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n\n  It's 1995\n  And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders\n  Heavy as boulders, but I told y'all\n  Until the day that I die I still\n  Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya\n  And that's all I showed ya\n  And that's all I sold ya\n\n  And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\n  Can it be (that I'm a celebrity who's on the brink of insanity?)\n  Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me\n  'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy\n  To do any type of maintainin'\n  'Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'\n  Is hella strainin' (to the brain and)\n  But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'\n\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away\n\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away (yeah, yeah)\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n  You can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away (yeah, yea)\n  You can't keep on, ah, ah, ah\n  Can't keep runnin' away, runnin' away, runnin' away\n"},{"id":39584209,"name":"Runnin'","trackName":"Runnin'","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Bizarre Tribe: A Quest to The Pharcyde","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on\nUh huh, check it out, check it out\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\nCheck the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\nCheck the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\nCheck the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah\nOne-two one-two one-two one-two one two\n\nCan't keep running away\nCan't keep running away\nCan't keep running away\nCan't keep running away\n\nI must admit on some occasions\nI went out like a punk and a chump\nOr a sucka or something to that effect\nRespect I used to never get\n'Cause all I got was upset\nWhen n-used to be like\n(What's up, fool? 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N-, what's up?)\n\n  And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip\n  For no reason at all I can recall n- throwing C's in my face\n  Down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at three\n  Wondering, \"Why is everybody always pickin' on me?\n  I tried to talk and tell them, chill, I did nothin' to deserve this\n  But when it didn't work, I wasn't scared, just real nervous and unprepared\n\n  To deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  My pappy never told me how to knock a n-out\n  But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own\n  F- around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown\n  I'm not tryin' to show no macho is shown\n  But when it's on, if it's on, then it's on\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  One, two so listen here\n  There comes a time in every man's life\n  When he's gotta handle shit up on his own\n  Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze\n  Please, they got problems of their own\n  Down for the count on seven chicken sh- don't get to heaven\n  'Til they faced these fears in these fear zones\n  Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool\n\n  Just so some real sh-won't get full blown bein' where I'm from\n  They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck\n  Could lynch a helpless colored figure and\n  As a victim I invented low-key\n  Till the keyhole itself got lower than me\n  So I stood up and let my free form form free\n  Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me\n  I don't sweat it, I let the bullsh- blow in the breeze\n  In other words, just debris\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  It's 1995\n  And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders\n  Heavy as boulders, but I told y'all\n  Until the day that I die I still\n  Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya\n  And that's all I showed ya\n  And that's all I sold ya\n  And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\n\n  Can it be (that I'm a celebrity who's on the brink of insanity?)\n  Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me\n  'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy\n  To do any type of maintainin'\n  'Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'\n  Is hella strainin' (to the brain and)\n  But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  Can't keep running away, running away\n  Can't keep running away, running away\n"},{"id":34624905,"name":"Runnin’ (Rae & Christian remix)","trackName":"Runnin’ (Rae & Christian remix)","artistName":"The 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on!\n\nVerse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\nThere comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\nHandle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\nHelp you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\nOwn Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\nGet to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\nZones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\nIt cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\nWhere I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\nEvil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\nAs a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\nLower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\nFree I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\nIn other words just freeze\n\nVerse Three: Knumbskull #1\n\nIt's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\nHeavy as boulders but I told ya\nTill the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told\nYa and that's all I showed ya\nAnd all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\nCan it be I'm a celebrity\nWhose on the brink of insanity\nNow don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\nCuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy\nTo do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from\nEntertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...\nBut I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin’ (Rae & Christian remix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Runnin’\n  duration_ms: 384000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't keep runnin' away...\n\n  Verse One: Fat Lip\n\n  I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\n  And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect\n  Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset\n  When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\n  To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\n  Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\n  I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\n  Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\n  I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\n  This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\n  Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\n  But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\n  Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show\n  No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\n  Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\n  There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\n  Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\n  Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\n  Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\n  Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\n  Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\n  It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\n  Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\n  Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\n  As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\n  Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\n  Free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\n  In other words just freeze\n\n  Verse Three: Knumbskull #1\n\n  It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\n  Heavy as boulders but I told ya\n  Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told\n  Ya and that's all I showed ya\n  And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\n  Can it be I'm a celebrity\n  Whose on the brink of insanity\n  Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\n  Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy\n  To do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from\n  Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...\n  But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...\n"},{"id":33847871,"name":"Runnin’ (Jay Dee instrumental)","trackName":"Runnin’ (Jay Dee 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on!\n\nVerse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\nThere comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\nHandle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\nHelp you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\nOwn Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\nGet to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\nZones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\nIt cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\nWhere I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\nEvil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\nAs a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\nLower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\nFree I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\nIn other words just freeze\n\nVerse Three: Knumbskull #1\n\nIt's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\nHeavy as boulders but I told ya\nTill the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told\nYa and that's all I showed ya\nAnd all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\nCan it be I'm a celebrity\nWhose on the brink of insanity\nNow don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\nCuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy\nTo do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from\nEntertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...\nBut I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin’ (Jay Dee extended mix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Runnin’\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't keep runnin' away...\n\n  Verse One: Fat Lip\n\n  I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\n  And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect\n  Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset\n  When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\n  To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\n  Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\n  I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\n  Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\n  I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\n  This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\n  Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\n  But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\n  Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show\n  No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\n  Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\n  There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\n  Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\n  Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\n  Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\n  Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\n  Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\n  It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\n  Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\n  Evil 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when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\nVerse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\nThere comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\nHandle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\nHelp you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\nOwn Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\nGet to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\nZones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\nIt cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\nWhere I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\nEvil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\nAs a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\nLower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\nFree I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\nIn other words just freeze\n\nVerse Three: Knumbskull #1\n\nIt's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\nHeavy as boulders but I told ya\nTill the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told\nYa and that's all I showed ya\nAnd all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\nCan it be I'm a celebrity\nWhose on the brink of insanity\nNow don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\nCuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy\nTo do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from\nEntertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...\nBut I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin' (Jay Dee extended mix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Runnin'\n  duration_ms: 301871\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't keep runnin' away...\n\n  Verse One: Fat Lip\n\n  I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\n  And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect\n  Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset\n  When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\n  To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\n  Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\n  I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\n  Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\n  I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\n  This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\n  Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\n  But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\n  Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show\n  No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\n  Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\n  There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\n  Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\n  Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\n  Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\n  Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\n  Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\n  It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\n  Where I'm from they let 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N-, what's up?)\n\n  And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip\n  For no reason at all I can recall n- throwing C's in my face\n  Down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at three\n  Wondering, \"Why is everybody always pickin' on me?\n  I tried to talk and tell them, chill, I did nothin' to deserve this\n  But when it didn't work, I wasn't scared, just real nervous and unprepared\n\n  To deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  My pappy never told me how to knock a n-out\n  But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own\n  F- around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown\n  I'm not tryin' to show no macho is shown\n  But when it's on, if it's on, then it's on\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  One, two so listen here\n  There comes a time in every man's life\n  When he's gotta handle shit up on his own\n  Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze\n  Please, they got problems of their own\n  Down for the count on seven chicken sh- don't get to heaven\n  'Til they faced these fears in these fear zones\n  Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool\n\n  Just so some real sh-won't get full blown bein' where I'm from\n  They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck\n  Could lynch a helpless colored figure and\n  As a victim I invented low-key\n  Till the keyhole itself got lower than me\n  So I stood up and let my free form form free\n  Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me\n  I don't sweat it, I let the bullsh- blow in the breeze\n  In other words, just debris\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  It's 1995\n  And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders\n  Heavy as boulders, but I told y'all\n  Until the day that I die I still\n  Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya\n  And that's all I showed ya\n  And that's all I sold ya\n  And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\n\n  Can it be (that I'm a celebrity who's on the brink of insanity?)\n  Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me\n  'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy\n  To do any type of maintainin'\n  'Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'\n  Is hella strainin' (to the brain and)\n  But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n  Can't keep running away\n\n  Can't keep running away, running away\n  Can't keep running away, running away\n"},{"id":38180214,"name":"Runnin' (Jay Dee extended mix)","trackName":"Runnin' (Jay Dee extended mix)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Runnin'  (single)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can't keep runnin' away...\n\nVerse One: Fat Lip\n\nI must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\nAnd a chump or a sucka or something to that effect\nRespect I usedto never get when all I got was upset\nWhen niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\nTo seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\nRecall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\nI'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\nThree, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\nI tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\nThis But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\nNervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\nCuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\nBut now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\nAround with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show\nNo macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\nVerse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\nThere comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\nHandle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\nHelp you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\nOwn Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\nGet to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\nZones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\nIt cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\nWhere I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\nEvil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\nAs a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\nLower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\nFree I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\nIn other words just freeze\n\nVerse Three: Knumbskull #1\n\nIt's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\nHeavy as boulders but I told ya\nTill the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told\nYa and that's all I showed ya\nAnd all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\nCan it be I'm a celebrity\nWhose on the brink of insanity\nNow don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\nCuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy\nTo do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from\nEntertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...\nBut I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin' (Jay Dee extended mix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Runnin'  (single)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't keep runnin' away...\n\n  Verse One: Fat Lip\n\n  I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk\n  And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect\n  Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset\n  When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried\n  To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can\n  Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall\n  I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at\n  Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me\n  I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve\n  This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real\n  Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt\n  Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out\n  But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck\n  Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show\n  No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!\n\n  Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre\n\n  There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta\n  Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to\n  Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their\n  Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't\n  Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear\n  Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played\n  It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being\n  Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an\n  Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And\n  As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got\n  Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form\n  Free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze\n  In other words just freeze\n\n  Verse Three: Knumbskull #1\n\n  It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders\n  Heavy as boulders but I told ya\n  Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told\n  Ya and that's all I showed ya\n  And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity\n  Can it be I'm a celebrity\n  Whose on the brink of insanity\n  Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me\n  Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy\n  To do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from\n  Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...\n  But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...\n"}]