[{"id":1617791,"name":"Radio Daze","trackName":"Radio Daze","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"How I Got Over","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And the radio daze kept us in the dark\nAnd the satellite age brings us to the light\nSome feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite\nThey ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight\nNever leave you alone\n(Never, never leave you alone\nNever, never leave you alone)\n\nSo what you searching for? From birth\nBorn hurting and yearning for certain somethings\nLurking and murk them, got them turning this\nBed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion\nOr more or less over what the pastor passed us\nCause see, the past tense, it never really passes\nPhases that trap us and cage us like classes\nFogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess\nTask-less dilemma to match somebody's status\nAnd I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up\nPassing bucks like a casual blunt\nGranted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion\nWhile bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks\nBad shit going down on the daily\nWhile bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn\nThey see he's the bastard for chasing them\nMaybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me... crazy\n\nLife is fiction, competition and contradiction\nPetty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection\nLove is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know\nHope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle\nAnd people pressure, make death a hidden treasure\nA guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter\nIt's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it\n'Fore it's recruited, then included in something stupid\nIt's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers\nNaysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars\nYou 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it\nThen those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards\nThe world is yours, and the world we can't afford\nSo ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war\nIf you're sick and tired of your access denied\nFree will died long before blogs and iPod\n\nYo, it's too much strain for nominal gain\nI'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain\nTryna numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine\nCheck the blue flame, lighter running out of butane\nWhat's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive\nChoices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with\nContaminating family and close friends\nTelling me to stop burning the candle at both ends\nAin't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens\nOr life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in\nThe darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck\nYou ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that\nHit me up at black.gov like the government\nBanana Republican, alien intelligence\nKill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit\nThe stone the builder refused, he need to build with\nGot immunized for both flus, I'm still sick\nVia satellite, radio, the realness","syncedLyrics":"[00:31.71] And the radio daze kept us in the dark\n[00:34.43] And the satellite age brings us to the light\n[00:37.17] Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite\n[00:38.95] They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight\n[00:42.55] Never leave you alone\n[00:44.30] (Never, never leave you alone\n[00:47.16] Never, never leave you alone)\n[00:52.50] So what you searching for? From birth\n[00:55.29] Born hurting and yearning for certain somethings\n[00:57.96] Lurking and murk them, got them turning this\n[01:00.68] Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion\n[01:02.47] Or more or less over what the pastor passed us\n[01:05.12] Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes\n[01:07.92] Phases that trap us and cage us like classes\n[01:10.67] Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess\n[01:13.36] Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status\n[01:16.04] And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up\n[01:18.76] Passing bucks like a casual blunt\n[01:21.41] Granted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion\n[01:24.16] While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks\n[01:26.98] Bad shit going down on the daily\n[01:28.76] While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn\n[01:32.35] They see he's the bastard for chasing them\n[01:34.13] Maybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me... crazy\n[01:58.54] Life is fiction, competition and contradiction\n[02:01.30] Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection\n[02:04.08] Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know\n[02:06.74] Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle\n[02:10.39] And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure\n[02:12.14] A guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter\n[02:14.88] It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it\n[02:18.51] 'Fore it's recruited, then included in something stupid\n[02:20.36] It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers\n[02:23.05] Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars\n[02:25.76] You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it\n[02:28.43] Then those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards\n[02:31.16] The world is yours, and the world we can't afford\n[02:33.83] So ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war\n[02:36.62] If you're sick and tired of your access denied\n[02:38.44] Free will died long before blogs and iPod\n[03:02.80] Yo, it's too much strain for nominal gain\n[03:05.50] I'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain\n[03:08.31] Tryna numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine\n[03:11.02] Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane\n[03:13.73] What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive\n[03:16.59] Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with\n[03:19.28] Contaminating family and close friends\n[03:21.97] Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends\n[03:24.65] Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens\n[03:27.30] Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in\n[03:30.03] The darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck\n[03:32.74] You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that\n[03:35.56] Hit me up at black.gov like the government\n[03:38.29] Banana Republican, alien intelligence\n[03:40.98] Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit\n[03:43.60] The stone the builder refused, he need to build with\n[03:46.39] Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick\n[03:49.96] Via satellite, radio, the realness\n[04:12.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Daze\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: How I Got Over\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the radio daze kept us in the dark\n  start_ms: 31710\n  end_ms: 34430\n- text: And the satellite age brings us to the light\n  start_ms: 34430\n  end_ms: 37170\n- text: Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite\n  start_ms: 37170\n  end_ms: 38950\n- text: They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight\n  start_ms: 38950\n  end_ms: 42550\n- text: Never leave you alone\n  start_ms: 42550\n  end_ms: 44300\n- text: (Never, never leave you alone\n  start_ms: 44300\n  end_ms: 47160\n- text: Never, never leave you alone)\n  start_ms: 47160\n  end_ms: 52500\n- text: So what you searching for? 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From birth\n  Born hurting and yearning for certain somethings\n  Lurking and murk them, got them turning this\n  Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion\n  Or more or less over what the pastor passed us\n  Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes\n  Phases that trap us and cage us like classes\n  Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess\n  Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status\n  And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up\n  Passing bucks like a casual blunt\n  Granted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion\n  While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks\n  Bad shit going down on the daily\n  While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn\n  They see he's the bastard for chasing them\n  Maybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me... crazy\n\n  Life is fiction, competition and contradiction\n  Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection\n  Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know\n  Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle\n  And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure\n  A guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter\n  It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it\n  'Fore it's recruited, then included in something stupid\n  It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers\n  Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars\n  You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it\n  Then those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards\n  The world is yours, and the world we can't afford\n  So ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war\n  If you're sick and tired of your access denied\n  Free will died long before blogs and iPod\n\n  Yo, it's too much strain for nominal gain\n  I'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain\n  Tryna numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine\n  Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane\n  What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive\n  Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with\n  Contaminating family and close friends\n  Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends\n  Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens\n  Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in\n  The darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck\n  You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that\n  Hit me up at black.gov like the government\n  Banana Republican, alien intelligence\n  Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit\n  The stone the builder refused, he need to build with\n  Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick\n  Via satellite, radio, the realness\n"},{"id":29779920,"name":"Radio Daze","trackName":"Radio Daze","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"How I Got Over","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And the radio daze kept us in the dark\nAnd the satellite age brings us to the light\nSome feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite\nThey ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight\nNever leave you alone\n(Never, never leave you alone\nNever, never leave you alone)\n\nSo what you searching for? From birth\nBorn hurting and yearning for certain somethings\nLurking and murk them, got them turning this\nBed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion\nOr more or less over what the pastor passed us\nCause see, the past tense, it never really passes\nPhases that trap us and cage us like classes\nFogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess\nTask-less dilemma to match somebody's status\nAnd I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up\nPassing bucks like a casual blunt\nGranted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion\nWhile bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks\nBad shit going down on the daily\nWhile bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn\nThey see he's the bastard for chasing them\nMaybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me... crazy\n\nLife is fiction, competition and contradiction\nPetty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection\nLove is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know\nHope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle\nAnd people pressure, make death a hidden treasure\nA guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter\nIt's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it\n'Fore it's recruited, then included in something stupid\nIt's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers\nNaysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars\nYou 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it\nThen those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards\nThe world is yours, and the world we can't afford\nSo ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war\nIf you're sick and tired of your access denied\nFree will died long before blogs and iPod\n\nYo, it's too much strain for nominal gain\nI'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain\nTryna numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine\nCheck the blue flame, lighter running out of butane\nWhat's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive\nChoices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with\nContaminating family and close friends\nTelling me to stop burning the candle at both ends\nAin't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens\nOr life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in\nThe darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck\nYou ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that\nHit me up at black.gov like the government\nBanana Republican, alien intelligence\nKill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit\nThe stone the builder refused, he need to build with\nGot immunized for both flus, I'm still sick\nVia satellite, radio, the realness","syncedLyrics":"[00:31.71] And the radio daze kept us in the dark\n[00:34.43] And the satellite age brings us to the light\n[00:37.17] Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite\n[00:38.95] They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight\n[00:42.55] Never leave you alone\n[00:44.30] (Never, never leave you alone\n[00:47.16] Never, never leave you alone)\n[00:52.50] So what you searching for? 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