[{"id":24578885,"name":"Travis Scott - Backyard (Official Audio)","trackName":"Travis Scott - Backyard (Official Audio)","artistName":"Travis Scott","albumName":"Travis Scott","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright, play the shit\nYuh\nYuh\nYeah\n\nGon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need\nBlow that dope, don't get too high\nFrom the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride\nLet me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott\nOver one lost trip to the sky\nLet me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale\nWhen you said I could make it this high\nWho knew?\n\nGoddammit, who knew?\nThe grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue\nYou can really identify when you lookin' in there eyes\nWho ready to ride? That's true\nWhen they look in my eyes, they see that real\nHow Scotty entered that juice, had my back against that wall\nEvery summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall\nThat's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all\n\nHad a 28 old bitch in high school\nWasn't no tellin' what Travy might do\nOn the south side of that H-O-U\nHol' up, let's take it back to that room\nNo car, but still had drive\nJust a hundred niggas standin' outside\nLife's a beach with lot of sand on the lot\nI'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side\nIt was just eight niggas in a two bedroom\nNo leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real\n\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\nLet it be known, yeah, it's that real\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFor real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\nWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\nYeah, for real\n\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high\n\n(Verses) one day you'll find your purpose\nNow, my show's packed out like churches\nFans never missin' out a word on the verses (now)\nNever sit around, just workin' (now), it was worth it (now)\nThat's for certain (now), I deserve it (now)\n\nLord knows we don't get tired\nBeen through more dirt than a derby\nMama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service\nShe stayed in, out the hospital\nYou know that made me nervous, uh\n\nStill step out the house\nTo smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh\nIf a bitch don't want me\nDon't need them, still got my Jergens\nAnd bitch, you can keep them herpes\n\nGo alert me\nNo house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey\nYou heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs\nAnd my nigga, my nigga came home, so it just got real\n\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\nLet it be known, yeah, it's that real\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFor real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\nWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\nYeah, for real\n\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Travis Scott - Backyard (Official Audio)\n  artist: Travis Scott\n  album: Travis Scott\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright, play the shit\n  Yuh\n  Yuh\n  Yeah\n\n  Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need\n  Blow that dope, don't get too high\n  From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride\n  Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott\n  Over one lost trip to the sky\n  Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale\n  When you said I could make it this high\n  Who knew?\n\n  Goddammit, who knew?\n  The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue\n  You can really identify when you lookin' in there eyes\n  Who ready to ride? That's true\n  When they look in my eyes, they see that real\n  How Scotty entered that juice, had my back against that wall\n  Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall\n  That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all\n\n  Had a 28 old bitch in high school\n  Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do\n  On the south side of that H-O-U\n  Hol' up, let's take it back to that room\n  No car, but still had drive\n  Just a hundred niggas standin' outside\n  Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot\n  I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side\n  It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom\n  No leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real\n\n  Yeah, yeah, for real\n  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\n  Let it be known, yeah, it's that real\n  Yeah, yeah, for real\n  For real\n  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\n  We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\n  Yeah, for real\n\n  Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n  Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n  Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n  Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n  Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n  Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n  Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n  Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n\n  (Verses) one day you'll find your purpose\n  Now, my show's packed out like churches\n  Fans never missin' out a word on the verses (now)\n  Never sit around, just workin' (now), it was worth it (now)\n  That's for certain (now), I deserve it (now)\n\n  Lord knows we don't get tired\n  Been through more dirt than a derby\n  Mama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service\n  She stayed in, out the hospital\n  You know that made me nervous, uh\n\n  Still step out the house\n  To smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh\n  If a bitch don't want me\n  Don't need them, still got my Jergens\n  And bitch, you can keep them herpes\n\n  Go alert me\n  No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey\n  You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs\n  And my nigga, my nigga came home, so it just got real\n\n  Yeah, yeah, for real\n  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\n  Let it be known, yeah, it's that real\n  Yeah, yeah, for real\n  For real\n  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\n  We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\n  Yeah, for real\n\n  Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n  Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n  Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n  Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n  Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n  Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n  Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n  Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n"},{"id":14627703,"name":"Travis Scott - Backyard (Official Audio)","trackName":"Travis Scott - Backyard (Official Audio)","artistName":"Travis Scott","albumName":"Travis Scott Videos","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright, play the shit\nYuh\nYuh\nYeah\n\nGon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need\nBlow that dope, don't get too high\nFrom the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride\nLet me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott\nOver one lost trip to the sky\nLet me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale\nWhen you said I could make it this high\nWho knew?\n\nGoddammit, who knew?\nThe grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue\nYou can really identify when you lookin' in there eyes\nWho ready to ride? That's true\nWhen they look in my eyes, they see that real\nHow Scotty entered that juice, had my back against that wall\nEvery summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall\nThat's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all\n\nHad a 28 old bitch in high school\nWasn't no tellin' what Travy might do\nOn the south side of that H-O-U\nHol' up, let's take it back to that room\nNo car, but still had drive\nJust a hundred niggas standin' outside\nLife's a beach with lot of sand on the lot\nI'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side\nIt was just eight niggas in a two bedroom\nNo leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real\n\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\nLet it be known, yeah, it's that real\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFor real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\nWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\nYeah, for real\n\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high\n\n(Verses) one day you'll find your purpose\nNow, my show's packed out like churches\nFans never missin' out a word on the verses (now)\nNever sit around, just workin' (now), it was worth it (now)\nThat's for certain (now), I deserve it (now)\n\nLord knows we don't get tired\nBeen through more dirt than a derby\nMama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service\nShe stayed in, out the hospital\nYou know that made me nervous, uh\n\nStill step out the house\nTo smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh\nIf a bitch don't want me\nDon't need them, still got my Jergens\nAnd bitch, you can keep them herpes\n\nGo alert me\nNo house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey\nYou heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs\nAnd my nigga, my nigga came home, so it just got real\n\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\nLet it be known, yeah, it's that real\nYeah, yeah, for real\nFor real\nFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\nWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\nYeah, for real\n\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high\nBackyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\nHomie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\nBack-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\nBack-backyard, we gettin' high","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Travis Scott - Backyard (Official Audio)\n  artist: Travis Scott\n  album: Travis Scott Videos\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright, play the shit\n  Yuh\n  Yuh\n  Yeah\n\n  Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need\n  Blow that dope, don't get too high\n  From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride\n  Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott\n  Over one lost trip to the sky\n  Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale\n  When you said I could make it this high\n  Who knew?\n\n  Goddammit, who knew?\n  The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue\n  You can really identify when you lookin' in there eyes\n  Who ready to ride? That's true\n  When they look in my eyes, they see that real\n  How Scotty entered that juice, had my back against that wall\n  Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall\n  That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all\n\n  Had a 28 old bitch in high school\n  Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do\n  On the south side of that H-O-U\n  Hol' up, let's take it back to that room\n  No car, but still had drive\n  Just a hundred niggas standin' outside\n  Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot\n  I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side\n  It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom\n  No leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real\n\n  Yeah, yeah, for real\n  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\n  Let it be known, yeah, it's that real\n  Yeah, yeah, for real\n  For real\n  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\n  We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\n  Yeah, for real\n\n  Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n  Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n  Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n  Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n  Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n  Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n  Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n  Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n\n  (Verses) one day you'll find your purpose\n  Now, my show's packed out like churches\n  Fans never missin' out a word on the verses (now)\n  Never sit around, just workin' (now), it was worth it (now)\n  That's for certain (now), I deserve it (now)\n\n  Lord knows we don't get tired\n  Been through more dirt than a derby\n  Mama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service\n  She stayed in, out the hospital\n  You know that made me nervous, uh\n\n  Still step out the house\n  To smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh\n  If a bitch don't 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That's true\n[00:43.97] When they look in my eyes, they see that real\n[00:45.59] How Scotty entered that juice, had my back against that wall\n[00:48.98] Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall\n[00:52.12] That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all\n[00:55.62] Had a 28 old bitch in high school\n[00:57.28] Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do\n[00:59.28] On the south side of that H-O-U\n[01:00.80] Hol' up, let's take it back to that room\n[01:02.60] No car, but still had drive\n[01:04.16] Just a hundred niggas standin' outside\n[01:05.83] Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot\n[01:07.77] I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side\n[01:11.22] It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom\n[01:13.05] No leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real\n[01:17.85] Yeah, yeah, for real\n[01:21.08] Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\n[01:23.77] Let it be known, yeah, it's that real\n[01:27.96] Yeah, yeah, for real\n[01:31.87] For real\n[01:34.86] Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\n[01:36.92] We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\n[01:41.01] Yeah, for real\n[01:45.25] Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n[01:48.64] Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n[01:51.78] Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n[01:55.55] Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n[01:58.99] Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n[02:02.42] Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n[02:05.68] Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n[02:09.14] Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n[02:12.99] (Verses) one day you'll find your purpose\n[02:15.25] Now, my show's packed out like churches\n[02:17.13] Fans never missin' out a word on the verses (now)\n[02:19.28] Never sit around, just workin' (now), it was worth it (now)\n[02:21.47] That's for certain (now), I deserve it (now)\n[02:23.55] Lord knows we don't get tired\n[02:25.06] Been through more dirt than a derby\n[02:26.47] Mama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service\n[02:29.95] She stayed in, out the hospital\n[02:31.86] You know that made me nervous, uh\n[02:33.62] Still step out the house\n[02:34.89] To smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh\n[02:36.93] If a bitch don't want me\n[02:37.95] Don't need them, still got my Jergens\n[02:39.14] And bitch, you can keep them herpes\n[02:42.98] Go alert me\n[02:44.63] No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey\n[02:48.02] You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs\n[02:52.24] And my nigga, my nigga came home, so it just got real\n[02:57.00] Yeah, yeah, for real\n[03:00.58] Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga\n[03:03.17] Let it be known, yeah, it's that real\n[03:07.42] Yeah, yeah, for real\n[03:11.53] For real\n[03:14.32] Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout\n[03:16.51] We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real\n[03:20.59] Yeah, for real\n[03:24.71] Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n[03:27.93] Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n[03:31.47] Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n[03:34.85] Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n[03:38.42] Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'\n[03:41.62] Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high\n[03:45.18] Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'\n[03:48.69] Back-backyard, we gettin' high\n[03:50.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: \"\\uFEFFBackyard\"\n  artist: \"\\uFEFFTravis Scott\"\n  album: \"\\uFEFFDAYS BEFORE RODEO\"\n  duration_ms: 270456\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Alright, play the shit\n  start_ms: 4950\n  end_ms: 8980\n- text: Yuh\n  start_ms: 8980\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Yuh\n  start_ms: 11890\n  end_ms: 16860\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16860\n  end_ms: 19240\n- text: Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need\n  start_ms: 19240\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Blow that dope, don't get too high\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 26740\n- text: Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott\n  start_ms: 26740\n  end_ms: 28580\n- text: Over one lost trip to the sky\n  start_ms: 28580\n  end_ms: 30140\n- text: Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale\n  start_ms: 30140\n  end_ms: 31910\n- text: When you said I could make it this high\n  start_ms: 31910\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: Who knew?\n  start_ms: 33570\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: Goddammit, who knew?\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 36720\n- text: The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue\n  start_ms: 36720\n  end_ms: 40040\n- text: You can really identify when you lookin' in there eyes\n  start_ms: 40040\n  end_ms: 42060\n- text: Who ready to ride? 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