[{"id":24617269,"name":"Tops","trackName":"Tops","artistName":"Tommy Lee","albumName":"Andro","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I don't play games, I don't win\nWhen we played games I see you lost heart\nI don't write songs, I write sin\nI don't speak, I toss sparks\nToday the state of me, disastrous\nIt's almost hard to watch, it moves so fast\nIt's hard to keep up, up\nYou don't have to keep up, you just sound like\nWhen your girl met me, she figured you'd leave her\nIt's out of your control what happens next\nWhat happens next is out of your control\nTo your left, can you hear my heart bursting out my chest?\nIs it just me or is there something I could grab hold of?\nHold up, my soul's up for sale, I'm golden\nA textbook told me that I was disgusting\nTextbook told me that I was disgusting\nFuck a textbook, I'm revolting\n\nI'm not me these days, I'm a sick killer\nI'm not free these days, I'm trapped in\nA picture perfect, worst case, work it\nGrafting, picture my ass now, picture it parted\nPicture us dancing, look, can't you dance, wait\nI-I-I heard you with tops in the sack\nIf I heard you with tops in the sack\nAnd you can't dance, how you doing that?\nHow you coming through with a crew in the back?\nI will mostly alone, I've not got time for that\nI've not got time to waste no more\nI'm not playing games no more\nI've not got time to talk change no more\nCan't say the motherfucker's name no more\nTo you, I'm a thorn in your side\nTo everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tops\n  artist: Tommy Lee\n  album: Andro\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I don't play games, I don't win\n  When we played games I see you lost heart\n  I don't write songs, I write sin\n  I don't speak, I toss sparks\n  Today the state of me, disastrous\n  It's almost hard to watch, it moves so fast\n  It's hard to keep up, up\n  You don't have to keep up, you just sound like\n  When your girl met me, she figured you'd leave her\n  It's out of your control what happens next\n  What happens next is out of your control\n  To your left, can you hear my heart bursting out my chest?\n  Is it just me or is there something I could grab hold of?\n  Hold up, my soul's up for sale, I'm golden\n  A textbook told me that I was disgusting\n  Textbook told me that I was disgusting\n  Fuck a textbook, I'm revolting\n\n  I'm not me these days, I'm a sick killer\n  I'm not free these days, I'm trapped in\n  A picture perfect, worst case, work it\n  Grafting, picture my ass now, picture it parted\n  Picture us dancing, look, can't you dance, wait\n  I-I-I heard you with tops in the sack\n  If I heard you with tops in the sack\n  And you can't dance, how you doing that?\n  How you coming through with a crew in the back?\n  I will mostly alone, I've not got time for that\n  I've not got time to waste no more\n  I'm not playing games no more\n  I've not got time to talk change no more\n  Can't say the motherfucker's name no more\n  To you, I'm a thorn in your side\n  To everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n"},{"id":28879868,"name":"Tops","trackName":"Tops","artistName":"Tommy Lee","albumName":"The Retaliators: Music From the Motion Picture","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I don't play games, I don't win\nWhen we played games I see you lost heart\nI don't write songs, I write sin\nI don't speak, I toss sparks\nToday the state of me, disastrous\nIt's almost hard to watch, it moves so fast\nIt's hard to keep up, up\nYou don't have to keep up, you just sound like\nWhen your girl met me, she figured you'd leave her\nIt's out of your control what happens next\nWhat happens next is out of your control\nTo your left, can you hear my heart bursting out my chest?\nIs it just me or is there something I could grab hold of?\nHold up, my soul's up for sale, I'm golden\nA textbook told me that I was disgusting\nTextbook told me that I was disgusting\nFuck a textbook, I'm revolting\n\nI'm not me these days, I'm a sick killer\nI'm not free these days, I'm trapped in\nA picture perfect, worst case, work it\nGrafting, picture my ass now, picture it parted\nPicture us dancing, look, can't you dance, wait\nI-I-I heard you with tops in the sack\nIf I heard you with tops in the sack\nAnd you can't dance, how you doing that?\nHow you coming through with a crew in the back?\nI will mostly alone, I've not got time for that\nI've not got time to waste no more\nI'm not playing games no more\nI've not got time to talk change no more\nCan't say the motherfucker's name no more\nTo you, I'm a thorn in your side\nTo everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\nEverybody else, I'm a storm on the rise","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tops\n  artist: Tommy Lee\n  album: 'The Retaliators: Music From the Motion Picture'\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I don't play games, I don't win\n  When we played games I see you lost heart\n  I don't write songs, I write sin\n  I don't speak, I toss sparks\n  Today the state of me, disastrous\n  It's almost hard to watch, it moves so fast\n  It's hard to keep up, up\n  You don't have to keep up, you just sound like\n  When your girl met me, she figured you'd leave her\n  It's out of your control what happens next\n  What happens next is out of your control\n  To your left, can you hear my heart bursting out my chest?\n  Is it just me or is there something I could grab hold of?\n  Hold up, my soul's up for sale, I'm golden\n  A textbook told me that I was disgusting\n  Textbook told me that I was disgusting\n  Fuck a textbook, I'm revolting\n\n  I'm not me these days, I'm a sick killer\n  I'm not free these days, I'm trapped in\n  A picture perfect, worst case, work it\n  Grafting, picture my ass now, picture it parted\n  Picture us dancing, look, can't you dance, wait\n  I-I-I heard you with tops in the sack\n  If I heard you with tops in the sack\n  And you can't dance, how you doing that?\n  How you coming through with a crew in the back?\n  I will mostly alone, I've not got time for that\n  I've not got time to waste no more\n  I'm not playing games no more\n  I've not got time to talk change no more\n  Can't say the motherfucker's name no more\n  To you, I'm a thorn in your side\n  To everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n  Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise\n"}]