[{"id":21040838,"name":"What Not To","trackName":"What Not To","artistName":"Tucker Wetmore","albumName":"What Not To","duration":195.056327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The thing I want the most is what I never had\nI finally met a girl that I could picture it all in\nWhat scares me the most is what I'll be to her\nWhat if I wind up bein' exactly like you were?\nOh-oh\n\nYeah, I don't know a thing about settlin' down\nMaking a home out of a ranch-style house\nOr someday, raisin' up a baby\nOr hell, maybe even a few\nWhen it gets hard, how do I not leave?\nHow do I do 'em better than you did me?\nI gotta admit, I don't know what to do\nBut thanks to you, I know what not to\n\nI know not to touch the bottle when I'm up against the wall\nI know why they call them pain pills, 'cause pain is all they cause\nAnd I really wish I didn't, but I know all too well\nNot to leave a ten-year-old to throw a ball all by himself\n\nYeah, I don't know a thing about settlin' 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what I'll be to her\n[00:31.43] What if I wind up bein' exactly like you were?\n[00:35.97] Oh-oh\n[00:37.20] Yeah, I don't know a thing about settlin' down\n[00:40.37] Making a home out of a ranch-style house\n[00:43.08] Or someday, raisin' up a baby\n[00:46.42] Or hell, maybe even a few\n[00:49.08] When it gets hard, how do I not leave?\n[00:51.61] How do I do 'em better than you did me?\n[00:54.85] I gotta admit, I don't know what to do\n[00:57.54] But thanks to you, I know what not to\n[01:12.26] I know not to touch the bottle when I'm up against the wall\n[01:18.48] I know why they call them pain pills, 'cause pain is all they cause\n[01:23.57] And I really wish I didn't, but I know all too well\n[01:29.15] Not to leave a ten-year-old to throw a ball all by himself\n[01:35.88] Yeah, I don't know a thing about settlin' down\n[01:38.97] Making a home out of a ranch-style house\n[01:42.08] Or someday, raisin' up a baby\n[01:45.13] Or hell, maybe even a few\n[01:47.73] When it gets hard, how do I not leave?\n[01:50.48] How do I do 'em better than you did me?\n[01:53.47] I gotta admit, I don't know what to do\n[01:56.33] But thanks to you, I know what not to\n[01:59.28] (Not to, not to, not to, not to, not to, not...)\n[02:10.92] Momma said you don't pray no more, breaks my heart, so I do it for you\n[02:16.66] 'Cause I still miss you, and I'm gonna be\n[02:21.31] What you wanted to be, what you tried to be, what you couldn't be\n[02:29.68] Even though\n[02:31.63] Yeah, I don't know a thing about settlin' down\n[02:34.67] Making a home out of a ranch-style house\n[02:37.57] Or someday, raisin' up a baby\n[02:40.82] Or hell, maybe even a few\n[02:43.50] When it gets hard, how do I not leave?\n[02:46.03] How do I do 'em better than you did me?\n[02:49.13] I gotta admit, I don't know what to do\n[02:52.18] But thanks to you, I know what not to\n[02:55.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What Not To\n  artist: Tucker Wetmore\n  album: What Not To\n 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straight to my head\nAnd holdin' you's better than holdin' someone else\nI told myself time and time again we'd work out in the end\nBut here I am fadin' out on my farewells\n\nSo goodbye, missin' you on my lips and\nTo hell with all you put me through\nGoodbye feelin' all them seasons of I do and don't need you\nIt's wearin' me down, you're tearin' me up\nThis wearin' it slow, I'm 'bout tired of\nThis losin' sleep, I'm overthinkin' you can fix me\nSo goodbye whiskey\n\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\n\nWell, don't get me wrong, we've seen both sides of the sun\nFrom good to bad to worse and everything between\nAnd all this believin' leanin' on you had is wrong\nI guess something's are better left a memory\n\nSo goodbye, missin' you on my lips and\nTo hell with all you put me through\nGoodbye feelin' all them seasons of I do and don't need you\nIt's wearin' me down, you're tearin' me up\nThis wearin' it slow, I'm 'bout tired of\nThis losin' sleep, I'm overthinkin' you can fix me\nSo goodbye whiskey\n\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\n\nI'd be lyin' if I said lyin' with you don't go straight to my head\nAnd holdin' you ain't better than holdin' someone else","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.02] Ooh, ooh\n[00:09.61] Ooh, ooh\n[00:14.09] I'd be lyin' if I said lyin' with you don't go straight to my head\n[00:21.66] And holdin' you's better than holdin' someone else\n[00:27.36] I told myself time and time again we'd work out in the end\n[00:34.94] But here I am fadin' out on my farewells\n[00:40.32] So goodbye, missin' you on my lips and\n[00:43.38] To hell with all you put me through\n[00:46.51] Goodbye feelin' all them seasons of I do and don't need you\n[00:53.53] It's wearin' me down, you're tearin' me up\n[00:57.15] This wearin' it slow, I'm 'bout tired of\n[01:00.65] This losin' sleep, I'm overthinkin' you can fix me\n[01:07.12] So goodbye whiskey\n[01:08.86] Ooh, ooh\n[01:14.49] Ooh, ooh\n[01:19.73] Well, don't get me wrong, we've seen both sides of the sun\n[01:25.86] From good to bad to 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up\n  This wearin' it slow, I'm 'bout tired of\n  This losin' sleep, I'm overthinkin' you can fix me\n  So goodbye whiskey\n\n  Ooh, ooh\n  Ooh, ooh\n\n  Well, don't get me wrong, we've seen both sides of the sun\n  From good to bad to worse and everything between\n  And all this believin' leanin' on you had is wrong\n  I guess something's are better left a memory\n\n  So goodbye, missin' you on my lips and\n  To hell with all you put me through\n  Goodbye feelin' all them seasons of I do and don't need you\n  It's wearin' me down, you're tearin' me up\n  This wearin' it slow, I'm 'bout tired of\n  This losin' sleep, I'm overthinkin' you can fix me\n  So goodbye whiskey\n\n  Ooh, ooh\n  Ooh, ooh\n\n  I'd be lyin' if I said lyin' with you don't go straight to my head\n  And holdin' you ain't better than holdin' someone else\n"},{"id":20292148,"name":"Silverado Blue","trackName":"Silverado Blue","artistName":"Tucker Wetmore","albumName":"What Not 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ain't over hangin' over, so I guess I'll run it back\n[01:32.27] If you were whiskey, baby, I'd be fillin' up my glass\n[01:35.99] And every sip I take of you gets stronger than the last, so\n[01:40.11] Girl, I'm good if you're my only bad habit\n[01:43.41] You just ain't somethin' that I wanna give up\n[01:47.03] Quittin' you, you know I'm pretty bad at it\n[01:50.60] Nah, I can't ever get enough of that buzz\n[01:53.97] Your kinda high is all I'll ever need\n[01:57.43] You're like a perfect hit of nicotine\n[02:01.13] My heart is hooked on you, I guess I'll let you have it\n[02:05.05] Girl, I'm good if you're my only bad habit\n[02:08.51] You're my only bad, only bad habit\n[02:12.02] You're my only bad, only bad habit (you're my only bad habit)\n[02:15.75] You're my only bad, only bad habit\n[02:19.20] You're my only bad, only bad habit\n[02:22.84] Girl, I'm good if you're my only bad habit\n[02:26.12] You just ain't somethin' that I wanna give up\n[02:29.77] Quittin' you, you know 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damn if I ain't drunk on her again\n[01:15.71] They should make a 12-step for a smile like that\n[01:21.58] So I don't make the same mistake and end up goin' right back\n[01:27.12] But I can't kick that 90-proof kiss I know I should\n[01:33.10] 'Cause this straight shot love runnin' through my blood, it feels too good\n[01:38.64] It's got me floatin', ain't a bottle been opened\n[01:44.53] But if I ran into Johnny law\n[01:47.88] He'd be checkin' on my blood alcohol\n[01:50.80] 'Cause I'm swervin', ain't had no bourbon\n[01:56.21] Just a 5-foot-5 with seaside skin\n[01:59.81] Girl that's got me tangled up two sheets to the wind\n[02:04.03] My head is spinnin' every other night, I'll try to quit\n[02:08.82] But damn if I ain't drunk on her again\n[02:12.80] Your blurry eyes tryna keep me in between the lines\n[02:17.90] Baby, I\n[02:20.77] Oh, I'm floatin', ain't a bottle been opened\n[02:26.87] But if I ran into Johnny law\n[02:30.05] He'd be checkin' on my blood alcohol\n[02:32.92] 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