[{"id":6143881,"name":"Well","trackName":"Well","artistName":"Token","albumName":"Between Somewhere","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nLot of folks want a check off me\nNot a lot wanna check on me\nTalking to me like, \"Where's my cut?\"\nLike I got treasure chests on me\nTalking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\nTalking to me one mile a minute\nThen they ask me for a picture though\nAnd wonder why I don't smile in it\nAy, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\nCovering my face up so you didn't know\nSee me in public with head to my toes\nProbably me, you should leave me alone\nSpent the whole week in the booth all alone\nMy manager want a song that is happy\nBack to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\nMaybe I cannot do this shit alone\nMaybe I need me a ghostwriter too\nWrite me a song that I probably should use\nHappy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\nMaybe can help me with choruses too\nLord knows, that isn't my strong suit\nLord knows, I'm lacking attributes\nLord knows, every time my manager call me\nMothafucka, I got this attitude\nThe worst part of doing things all by yourself\nIs when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\nI could be on the floor and dying by myself\nAnd still be too embarrassed asking for your help\nI can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well\nI'm doing well\nI'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well\nI'm smart enough to write this song\nBut not enough to go market it\nRich enough not to worry 'bout it\nBut not enough to let mamma quit\nI'm wise enough to know who I am\nBut not enough to know what I can be\nLoud enough for them to hear me out\nBut not enough for them to understand me\nI'm proud enough to brag all the time\nBut not enough to forget the flaws\nLoyal enough to buy my friends a meal\nBut not enough to give my friend a job\nI'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\nBut not enough for them to invite me\nCool enough to bring a chick back\nBut not enough for her to really like me\nAy, free shit, free shit\nAll around my house just free shit\nI'm famous enough to get shit for free\nBut not enough to get the shit I like\nReliable enough to kill the show\nBut not enough to show up on time\nBelieve in myself enough to grind\nBut not enough to not fucking sign\nAy, tell the label I need a crib\nWith a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch\nBoth of 'em know my life is all up in the air\nRight now this could be the biggest I get\nSo right now tell my manager bring in the paperwork\nI know that it ain't about the money, sure\nI know how the paper work\nI know how the fame work\nI know how the dues work\nI'm a success now, but still could be a loser\nThe worst part of doing things all by yourself\nIs when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\nI could be on the floor and dying by myself\nAnd still be too embarrassed asking for your help\nI can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well\nI'm doing well\nI'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.00] Yeah\n[00:14.51] Lot of folks want a check off me\n[00:16.34] Not a lot wanna check on me\n[00:18.17] Talking to me like, \"Where's my cut?\"\n[00:19.91] Like I got treasure chests on me\n[00:21.85] Talking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\n[00:23.70] Talking to me one mile a minute\n[00:25.53] Then they ask me for a picture though\n[00:27.44] And wonder why I don't smile in it\n[00:29.08] Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\n[00:30.99] Covering my face up so you didn't know\n[00:32.85] See me in public with head to my toes\n[00:34.70] Probably me, you should leave me alone\n[00:36.55] Spent the whole week in the booth all alone\n[00:38.35] My manager want a song that is happy\n[00:40.25] Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\n[00:42.08] Maybe I cannot do this shit alone\n[00:43.94] Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too\n[00:45.78] Write me a song that I probably should use\n[00:47.65] Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\n[00:49.39] Maybe can help me with choruses too\n[00:51.37] Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit\n[00:53.18] Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes\n[00:55.06] Lord knows, every time my manager call me\n[00:56.98] Mothafucka, I got this attitude\n[01:00.31] The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n[01:03.74] Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n[01:08.23] I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n[01:10.98] And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n[01:15.70] I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n[01:19.65] I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n[01:22.24] I'm doing well\n[01:24.01] I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n[01:26.80] I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n[01:28.35] I'm smart enough to write this song\n[01:30.24] But not enough to go market it\n[01:32.02] Rich enough not to worry 'bout it\n[01:33.96] But not enough to let mamma quit\n[01:35.87] I'm wise enough to know who I am\n[01:37.45] But not enough to know what I can be\n[01:39.36] Loud enough for them to hear me out\n[01:41.15] But not enough for them to understand me\n[01:43.06] I'm proud enough to brag all the time\n[01:44.83] But not enough to forget the flaws\n[01:46.72] Loyal enough to buy my friends a meal\n[01:48.54] But not enough to give my friend a job\n[01:50.49] I'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\n[01:52.24] But not enough for them to invite me\n[01:54.16] Cool enough to bring a chick back\n[01:56.02] But not enough for her to really like me\n[01:57.71] Ay, free shit, free shit\n[01:59.78] All around my house just free shit\n[02:01.57] I'm famous enough to get shit for free\n[02:03.33] But not enough to get the shit I like\n[02:05.16] Reliable enough to kill the show\n[02:07.06] But not enough to show up on time\n[02:08.86] Believe in myself enough to grind\n[02:10.76] But not enough to not fucking sign\n[02:12.34] Ay, tell the label I need a crib\n[02:14.04] With a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch\n[02:15.77] Both of 'em know my life is all up in the air\n[02:17.65] Right now this could be the biggest I get\n[02:19.49] So right now tell my manager bring in the paperwork\n[02:21.59] I know that it ain't about the money, sure\n[02:22.90] I know how the paper work\n[02:23.87] I know how the fame work\n[02:24.82] I know how the dues work\n[02:25.72] I'm a success now, but still could be a loser\n[02:29.70] The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n[02:32.47] Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n[02:36.94] I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n[02:39.84] And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n[02:44.32] I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n[02:48.09] I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n[02:51.10] I'm doing well\n[02:52.81] I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n[02:55.49] I'm doing well, I'm doing well","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Well\n  artist: Token\n  album: Between Somewhere\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 12000\n  end_ms: 14510\n- text: Lot of folks want a check off me\n  start_ms: 14510\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: Not a lot wanna check on me\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18170\n- text: Talking to me like, \"Where's my cut?\"\n  start_ms: 18170\n  end_ms: 19910\n- text: Like I got treasure chests on me\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 21850\n- text: Talking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\n  start_ms: 21850\n  end_ms: 23700\n- text: Talking to me one mile a minute\n  start_ms: 23700\n  end_ms: 25530\n- text: Then they ask me for a picture though\n  start_ms: 25530\n  end_ms: 27440\n- text: And wonder why I don't smile in it\n  start_ms: 27440\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30990\n- text: Covering my face up so you didn't 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face up so you didn't know\n  See me in public with head to my toes\n  Probably me, you should leave me alone\n  Spent the whole week in the booth all alone\n  My manager want a song that is happy\n  Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\n  Maybe I cannot do this shit alone\n  Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too\n  Write me a song that I probably should use\n  Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\n  Maybe can help me with choruses too\n  Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit\n  Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes\n  Lord knows, every time my manager call me\n  Mothafucka, I got this attitude\n  The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n  Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n  I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n  And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n  I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n  I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  I'm doing well\n  I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n  I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  I'm smart enough to write this song\n  But not enough to go market it\n  Rich enough not to worry 'bout it\n  But not enough to let mamma quit\n  I'm wise enough to know who I am\n  But not enough to know what I can be\n  Loud enough for them to hear me out\n  But not enough for them to understand me\n  I'm proud enough to brag all the time\n  But not enough to forget the flaws\n  Loyal enough to buy my friends a meal\n  But not enough to give my friend a job\n  I'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\n  But not enough for them to invite me\n  Cool enough to bring a chick back\n  But not enough for her to really like me\n  Ay, free shit, free shit\n  All around my house just free shit\n  I'm famous enough to get shit for free\n  But not enough to get the shit I like\n  Reliable enough to kill the show\n  But not enough to show up on time\n  Believe in myself enough to grind\n  But not enough to not fucking sign\n  Ay, tell the label I need a crib\n  With a tennis court for 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check on me\nTalking to me like, \"Where's my cut?\"\nLike I got treasure chests on me\nTalking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\nTalking to me one mile a minute\nThen they ask me for a picture though\nAnd wonder why I don't smile in it\nAy, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\nCovering my face up so you didn't know\nSee me in public with head to my toes\nProbably me, you should leave me alone\nSpent the whole week in the booth all alone\nMy manager want a song that is happy\nBack to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\nMaybe I cannot do this shit alone\nMaybe I need me a ghostwriter too\nWrite me a song that I probably should use\nHappy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\nMaybe can help me with choruses too\nLord knows, that isn't my strong suit\nLord knows, I'm lacking attributes\nLord knows, every time my manager call me\nMothafucka, I got this attitude\nThe worst part of doing things all by yourself\nIs when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\nI could be on the floor and dying by myself\nAnd still be too embarrassed asking for your help\nI can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well\nI'm doing well\nI'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well\nI'm smart enough to write this song\nBut not enough to go market it\nRich enough not to worry 'bout it\nBut not enough to let mamma quit\nI'm wise enough to know who I am\nBut not enough to know what I can be\nLoud enough for them to hear me out\nBut not enough for them to understand me\nI'm proud enough to brag all the time\nBut not enough to forget the flaws\nLoyal enough to buy my friends a meal\nBut not enough to give my friend a job\nI'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\nBut not enough for them to invite me\nCool enough to bring a chick back\nBut not enough for her to really like me\nAy, free shit, free shit\nAll around my house just free shit\nI'm famous enough to get shit for free\nBut not enough to get the shit I like\nReliable enough to kill the show\nBut not enough to show up on time\nBelieve in myself enough to grind\nBut not enough to not fucking sign\nAy, tell the label I need a crib\nWith a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch\nBoth of 'em know my life is all up in the air\nRight now this could be the biggest I get\nSo right now tell my manager bring in the paperwork\nI know that it ain't about the money, sure\nI know how the paper work\nI know how the fame work\nI know how the dues work\nI'm a success now, but still could be a loser\nThe worst part of doing things all by yourself\nIs when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\nI could be on the floor and dying by myself\nAnd still be too embarrassed asking for your help\nI can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well\nI'm doing well\nI'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\nI'm doing well, I'm doing well","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.00] Yeah\n[00:14.51] Lot of folks want a check off me\n[00:16.34] Not a lot wanna check on me\n[00:18.17] Talking to me like, \"Where's my cut?\"\n[00:19.91] Like I got treasure chests on me\n[00:21.85] Talking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\n[00:23.70] Talking to me one mile a minute\n[00:25.53] Then they ask me for a picture though\n[00:27.44] And wonder why I don't smile in it\n[00:29.08] Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\n[00:30.99] Covering my face up so you didn't know\n[00:32.85] See me in public with head to my toes\n[00:34.70] Probably me, you should leave me alone\n[00:36.55] Spent the whole week in the booth all alone\n[00:38.35] My manager want a song that is happy\n[00:40.25] Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\n[00:42.08] Maybe I cannot do this shit alone\n[00:43.94] Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too\n[00:45.78] Write me a song that I probably should use\n[00:47.65] Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\n[00:49.39] Maybe can help me with choruses too\n[00:51.37] Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit\n[00:53.18] Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes\n[00:55.06] Lord knows, every time my manager call me\n[00:56.98] Mothafucka, I got this attitude\n[01:00.31] The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n[01:03.74] Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n[01:08.23] I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n[01:10.98] And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n[01:15.70] I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n[01:19.65] I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n[01:22.24] I'm doing well\n[01:24.01] I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n[01:26.80] I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n[01:28.35] I'm smart enough to write this song\n[01:30.24] But not enough to go market it\n[01:32.02] Rich enough not to worry 'bout it\n[01:33.96] But not enough to let mamma quit\n[01:35.87] I'm wise enough to know who I am\n[01:37.45] But not enough to know what I can be\n[01:39.36] Loud enough for them to hear me out\n[01:41.15] But not enough for them to understand me\n[01:43.06] I'm proud enough to brag all the time\n[01:44.83] But not enough to forget the flaws\n[01:46.72] Loyal enough to buy my friends a meal\n[01:48.54] But not enough to give my friend a job\n[01:50.49] I'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\n[01:52.24] But not enough for them to invite me\n[01:54.16] Cool enough to bring a chick back\n[01:56.02] But not enough for her to really like me\n[01:57.71] Ay, free shit, free shit\n[01:59.78] All around my house just free shit\n[02:01.57] I'm famous enough to get shit for free\n[02:03.33] But not enough to get the shit I like\n[02:05.16] Reliable enough to kill the show\n[02:07.06] But not enough to show up on time\n[02:08.86] Believe in myself enough to grind\n[02:10.76] But not enough to not fucking sign\n[02:12.34] Ay, tell the label I need a crib\n[02:14.04] With a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch\n[02:15.77] Both of 'em know my life is all up in the air\n[02:17.65] Right now this could be the biggest 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mile a minute\n[00:25.53] Then they ask me for a picture though\n[00:27.44] And wonder why I don't smile in it\n[00:29.08] Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\n[00:30.99] Covering my face up so you didn't know\n[00:32.85] See me in public with head to my toes\n[00:34.70] Probably me, you should leave me alone\n[00:36.55] Spent the whole week in the booth all alone\n[00:38.35] My manager want a song that is happy\n[00:40.25] Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\n[00:42.08] Maybe I cannot do this shit alone\n[00:43.94] Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too\n[00:45.78] Write me a song that I probably should use\n[00:47.65] Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\n[00:49.39] Maybe can help me with choruses too\n[00:51.37] Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit\n[00:53.18] Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes\n[00:55.06] Lord knows, every time my manager call me\n[00:56.98] Mothafucka, I got this attitude\n[01:00.31] The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n[01:03.74] Is when they fall 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text: Like I got treasure chests on me\n  start_ms: 19910\n  end_ms: 21850\n- text: Talking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\n  start_ms: 21850\n  end_ms: 23700\n- text: Talking to me one mile a minute\n  start_ms: 23700\n  end_ms: 25530\n- text: Then they ask me for a picture though\n  start_ms: 25530\n  end_ms: 27440\n- text: And wonder why I don't smile in it\n  start_ms: 27440\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30990\n- text: Covering my face up so you didn't know\n  start_ms: 30990\n  end_ms: 32850\n- text: See me in public with head to my toes\n  start_ms: 32850\n  end_ms: 34700\n- text: Probably me, you should leave me alone\n  start_ms: 34700\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: Spent the whole week in the booth all alone\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 38350\n- text: My manager want a song that is happy\n  start_ms: 38350\n  end_ms: 40250\n- text: Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\n  start_ms: 40250\n  end_ms: 42080\n- text: Maybe I cannot do this shit alone\n  start_ms: 42080\n  end_ms: 43940\n- text: Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too\n  start_ms: 43940\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: Write me a song that I probably should use\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 47650\n- text: Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\n  start_ms: 47650\n  end_ms: 49390\n- text: Maybe can help me with choruses too\n  start_ms: 49390\n  end_ms: 51370\n- text: Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit\n  start_ms: 51370\n  end_ms: 53180\n- text: Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes\n  start_ms: 53180\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: Lord knows, every time my manager call me\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 56980\n- text: Mothafucka, I got this attitude\n  start_ms: 56980\n  end_ms: 60310\n- text: The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n  start_ms: 60310\n  end_ms: 63740\n- text: Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n  start_ms: 63740\n  end_ms: 68230\n- text: I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n  start_ms: 68230\n  end_ms: 70980\n- text: And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n  start_ms: 70980\n  end_ms: 75700\n- text: I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n  start_ms: 75700\n  end_ms: 79650\n- text: I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  start_ms: 79650\n  end_ms: 82240\n- text: I'm doing well\n  start_ms: 82240\n  end_ms: 84010\n- text: I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n  start_ms: 84010\n  end_ms: 86800\n- text: I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  start_ms: 86800\n  end_ms: 88350\n- text: I'm smart enough to write this song\n  start_ms: 88350\n  end_ms: 90240\n- text: But not enough to go market it\n  start_ms: 90240\n  end_ms: 92020\n- text: Rich enough not to worry 'bout it\n  start_ms: 92020\n  end_ms: 93960\n- text: But not enough to let mamma quit\n  start_ms: 93960\n  end_ms: 95870\n- text: I'm wise enough to know who I am\n  start_ms: 95870\n  end_ms: 97450\n- text: But not enough to know what I can be\n  start_ms: 97450\n  end_ms: 99360\n- text: Loud enough for them to hear me out\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 101150\n- text: But not enough for them to understand me\n  start_ms: 101150\n  end_ms: 103060\n- text: I'm proud enough to brag all the time\n  start_ms: 103060\n  end_ms: 104830\n- text: But not enough to forget the flaws\n  start_ms: 104830\n  end_ms: 106720\n- text: Loyal enough to buy my friends a meal\n  start_ms: 106720\n  end_ms: 108540\n- text: But not enough to give my friend a job\n  start_ms: 108540\n  end_ms: 110490\n- text: I'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\n  start_ms: 110490\n  end_ms: 112240\n- text: But not enough for them to invite me\n  start_ms: 112240\n  end_ms: 114160\n- text: Cool enough to bring a chick back\n  start_ms: 114160\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: But not enough for her to really like me\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 117710\n- text: Ay, free shit, free shit\n  start_ms: 117710\n  end_ms: 119780\n- text: All around my house just free shit\n  start_ms: 119780\n  end_ms: 121570\n- text: I'm famous enough to get shit for free\n  start_ms: 121570\n  end_ms: 123330\n- text: But not enough to get the shit I like\n  start_ms: 123330\n  end_ms: 125160\n- text: Reliable enough to kill the show\n  start_ms: 125160\n  end_ms: 127060\n- text: But not enough to show up on time\n  start_ms: 127060\n  end_ms: 128860\n- text: Believe in myself enough to grind\n  start_ms: 128860\n  end_ms: 130760\n- text: But not enough to not fucking sign\n  start_ms: 130760\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Ay, tell the label I need a crib\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 134040\n- text: With a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 135770\n- text: Both of 'em know my life is all up in the air\n  start_ms: 135770\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: Right now this could be the biggest I get\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 139490\n- text: So right now tell my manager bring in the paperwork\n  start_ms: 139490\n  end_ms: 141590\n- text: I know that it ain't about the money, sure\n  start_ms: 141590\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: I know how the paper work\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 143870\n- text: I know how the fame work\n  start_ms: 143870\n  end_ms: 144820\n- text: I know how the dues work\n  start_ms: 144820\n  end_ms: 145720\n- text: I'm a success now, but still could be a loser\n  start_ms: 145720\n  end_ms: 149700\n- text: The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n  start_ms: 149700\n  end_ms: 152470\n- text: Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n  start_ms: 152470\n  end_ms: 156940\n- text: I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n  start_ms: 156940\n  end_ms: 159840\n- text: And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n  start_ms: 159840\n  end_ms: 164320\n- text: I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n  start_ms: 164320\n  end_ms: 168090\n- text: I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  start_ms: 168090\n  end_ms: 171100\n- text: I'm doing well\n  start_ms: 171100\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175490\n- text: I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  start_ms: 175490\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Lot of folks want a check off me\n  Not a lot wanna check on me\n  Talking to me like, \"Where's my cut?\"\n  Like I got treasure chests on me\n  Talking to me like, \"Damn, you've changed\"\n  Talking to me one mile a minute\n  Then they ask me for a picture though\n  And wonder why I don't smile in it\n  Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat\n  Covering my face up so you didn't know\n  See me in public with head to my toes\n  Probably me, you should leave me alone\n  Spent the whole week in the booth all alone\n  My manager want a song that is happy\n  Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote\n  Maybe I cannot do this shit alone\n  Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too\n  Write me a song that I probably should use\n  Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune\n  Maybe can help me with choruses too\n  Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit\n  Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes\n  Lord knows, every time my manager call me\n  Mothafucka, I got this attitude\n  The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n  Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n  I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n  And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n  I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n  I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  I'm doing well\n  I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n  I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  I'm smart enough to write this song\n  But not enough to go market it\n  Rich enough not to worry 'bout it\n  But not enough to let mamma quit\n  I'm wise enough to know who I am\n  But not enough to know what I can be\n  Loud enough for them to hear me out\n  But not enough for them to understand me\n  I'm proud enough to brag all the time\n  But not enough to forget the flaws\n  Loyal enough to buy my friends a meal\n  But not enough to give my friend a job\n  I'm liked enough, not to get kicked out\n  But not enough for them to invite me\n  Cool enough to bring a chick back\n  But not enough for her to really like me\n  Ay, free shit, free shit\n  All around my house just free shit\n  I'm famous enough to get shit for free\n  But not enough to get the shit I like\n  Reliable enough to kill the show\n  But not enough to show up on time\n  Believe in myself enough to grind\n  But not enough to not fucking sign\n  Ay, tell the label I need a crib\n  With a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch\n  Both of 'em know my life is all up in the air\n  Right now this could be the biggest I get\n  So right now tell my manager bring in the paperwork\n  I know that it ain't about the money, sure\n  I know how the paper work\n  I know how the fame work\n  I know how the dues work\n  I'm a success now, but still could be a loser\n  The worst part of doing things all by yourself\n  Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else\n  I could be on the floor and dying by myself\n  And still be too embarrassed asking for your help\n  I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case\n  I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n  I'm doing well\n  I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call\n  I'm doing well, I'm doing well\n"}]