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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? 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Nigga reveal yourself\n[01:09.29] How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n[01:13.12] Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n[01:15.93] Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\n[01:19.39] I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n[01:23.25] Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n[01:26.44] Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n[01:29.80] Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n[01:33.19] Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n[01:36.52] Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n[01:40.58] Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\n[01:43.35] Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n[01:46.82] Is why this so cool? 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Nigga reveal yourself\n  How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n  Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n  Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\n  I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n  Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n  Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n  Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n  Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n  Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n  Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\n  Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n  Is why this so cool? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? 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Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\n  So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n  Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n  And said I was a racist homophobic\n  So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\n  Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n  You think I give a fuck? 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Yeah, I'm bold with the message\nI know I ain't got the answer\nBut I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\nI'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\nMove 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n\nCrackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\nWe ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\nThem people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\nI had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\nFinders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\nIf I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\nLord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\nHow I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\nY'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\nTeach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n\nWhat the fuck?\nI'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\nI'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\nWord on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\nI ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\nOn God, now\n\nI came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\nV12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\nInternet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\nWhat's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\nI was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\nProtestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n\nI was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\nDidn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\nBack when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\nI say it with my chest out\nYou say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n\nBlack bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\nHit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\nDonated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\nI'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\nAm I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\nI'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\nI feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\nSo I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n\nFreedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\nFree 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\nSo calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\nAnd fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\nWe frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n\nThey playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\nWe aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\nWe done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\nWhether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n\nI might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\nBut I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\nSo let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\nBut put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n\nShit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\nYou know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\nCatch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\nGangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\nShit\nAin't nobody perfect\nWell, at least y'all ain't, heh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Lil' white bitch gon' say\n[00:01.48] \"You need to say something about that\"\n[00:03.66] \"You need to say somethin' 'bout Black-\"\n[00:05.72] Bitch, suck my...\n[00:07.97] Yeah (go time!)\n[00:09.13] That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy\n[00:11.66] She followed your granny, she obeyed master\n[00:14.40] Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories\n[00:17.37] Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message\n[00:20.03] I know I ain't got the answer\n[00:21.26] But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\n[00:23.96] I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\n[00:27.41] Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n[00:30.39] Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\n[00:32.23] We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\n[00:34.82] Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\n[00:37.47] I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\n[00:40.23] Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\n[00:42.63] If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\n[00:45.34] Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\n[00:48.33] How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\n[00:50.59] Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\n[00:53.79] Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n[00:55.99] What the fuck?\n[00:56.76] I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\n[00:58.76] I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\n[01:01.73] Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\n[01:03.64] I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\n[01:10.55] On God, now\n[01:11.42] I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\n[01:14.67] V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\n[01:17.28] Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\n[01:19.80] What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\n[01:22.84] I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\n[01:25.10] Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n[01:27.87] I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\n[01:30.26] Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\n[01:32.67] Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\n[01:35.07] I say it with my chest out\n[01:36.43] You say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n[01:38.10] Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\n[01:40.83] Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\n[01:43.50] Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\n[01:46.12] I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\n[01:48.73] Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\n[01:50.74] I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\n[01:53.54] I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\n[01:56.11] So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n[01:58.76] Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\n[02:01.18] Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\n[02:04.56] So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\n[02:06.59] And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\n[02:09.18] We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n[02:11.75] 'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n[02:14.49] They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\n[02:17.25] We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\n[02:19.62] We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\n[02:22.32] Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n[02:24.88] I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\n[02:27.47] But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\n[02:30.04] So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\n[02:32.66] But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n[02:35.85] Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\n[02:39.84] You know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\n[02:42.30] Catch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\n[02:44.96] Gangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\n[02:47.81] Shit\n[02:49.17] Ain't nobody perfect\n[02:51.23] Well, at least y'all ain't, heh\n[02:54.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: MANIFESTO (feat. 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It's holes in them stories\n  Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message\n  I know I ain't got the answer\n  But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\n  I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\n  Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n\n  Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\n  We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\n  Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\n  I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\n  Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\n  If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\n  Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\n  How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\n  Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\n  Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n\n  What the fuck?\n  I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\n  I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\n  Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\n  I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\n  On God, now\n\n  I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\n  V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\n  Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\n  What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\n  I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\n  Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n\n  I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\n  Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\n  Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\n  I say it with my chest out\n  You say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n\n  Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\n  Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\n  Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\n  I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\n  Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\n  I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\n  I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\n  So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n\n  Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\n  Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\n  So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\n  And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\n  We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n  'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n\n  They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\n  We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\n  We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\n  Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n\n  I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\n  But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\n  So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\n  But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n\n  Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\n  You know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\n  Catch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\n  Gangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\n  Shit\n  Ain't nobody perfect\n  Well, at least y'all ain't, heh\n"},{"id":28755773,"name":"Manifesto (Feat. 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Yeah, I'm bold with the message\nI know I ain't got the answer\nBut I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\nI'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\nMove 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n\nCrackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\nWe ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\nThem people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\nI had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\nFinders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\nIf I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\nLord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\nHow I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\nY'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\nTeach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n\nWhat the fuck?\nI'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\nI'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\nWord on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\nI ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\nOn God, now\n\nI came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\nV12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\nInternet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\nWhat's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\nI was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\nProtestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n\nI was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\nDidn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\nBack when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\nI say it with my chest out\nYou say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n\nBlack bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\nHit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\nDonated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\nI'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\nAm I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\nI'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\nI feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\nSo I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n\nFreedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\nFree 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\nSo calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\nAnd fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\nWe frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n\nThey playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\nWe aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\nWe done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\nWhether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n\nI might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\nBut I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\nSo let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\nBut put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n\nShit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\nYou know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\nCatch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\nGangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\nShit\nAin't nobody perfect\nWell, at least y'all ain't, heh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Lil' white bitch gon' say\n[00:01.48] \"You need to say something about that\"\n[00:03.66] \"You need to say somethin' 'bout Black-\"\n[00:05.72] Bitch, suck my...\n[00:07.97] Yeah (go time!)\n[00:09.13] That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy\n[00:11.66] She followed your granny, she obeyed master\n[00:14.40] Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories\n[00:17.37] Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message\n[00:20.03] I know I ain't got the answer\n[00:21.26] But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\n[00:23.96] I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\n[00:27.41] Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n[00:30.39] Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\n[00:32.23] We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\n[00:34.82] Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\n[00:37.47] I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\n[00:40.23] Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\n[00:42.63] If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\n[00:45.34] Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\n[00:48.33] How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\n[00:50.59] Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\n[00:53.79] Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n[00:55.99] What the fuck?\n[00:56.76] I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\n[00:58.76] I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\n[01:01.73] Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\n[01:03.64] I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\n[01:10.55] On God, now\n[01:11.42] I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\n[01:14.67] V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\n[01:17.28] Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\n[01:19.80] What's your address? 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It's holes in them stories\n  Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message\n  I know I ain't got the answer\n  But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\n  I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\n  Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n\n  Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\n  We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\n  Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\n  I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\n  Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\n  If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\n  Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\n  How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\n  Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\n  Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n\n  What the fuck?\n  I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\n  I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\n  Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\n  I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\n  On God, now\n\n  I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\n  V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\n  Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\n  What's your address? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? 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Nigga reveal yourself\n  How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n  Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n  Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\n  I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n  Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n  Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n  Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n  Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n  Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n  Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\n  Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n  Is why this so cool? 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seen a pig fly\nWell you ain't been looking through my eyes\nI bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope\nRight next to the fat lady hitting high notes\nWent to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream\nWore my wings and my jeans but my hat is from Supreme\nSo I guess that's where I hide my things\nCaged, and the wonder is seen\nMiddle finger missing so I can not give a fuck\nI can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck\nSo I'm chasing the dreams, no realities\nHoping that maturity won't be too mad at me\nBut if so, I'll take the scorn, indeed happily\nLong as I can feel my heart tap like Happy Feet\nFatherless kids, orphans like me and Domo is\nA fuck that we will never give is like our pops\nBut what we did was found our niche and made a stitch\nJust like a shirt, that's why our stains smell like the shit, that's from\nThe pigs fly away in the morning\nBut I ain't get to see you today\nAnd if I want to go outside\nI got to make sure that I can play here\nI bet you've never 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They say that I never cease to amaze\n  While half my mental belongs in a cage\n  The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch\n  If you niggas selling dope then you selling my shit\n  Selling my assets\n  I'm so damn illegal that I need to be arrest\n  But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession\n  She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection\n  The pigs fly away in the morning\n  But I ain't get to see you today\n  And if I want to go outside\n  I got to make sure that I can play here\n  I bet you've never seen a pig fly (Nope)\n  I bet you've never seen a pig fly (Nope)\n  I bet you've never seen a pig fly\n  Well you ain't been looking through my eyes\n  I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope\n  Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes\n  Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream\n  Wore my wings and my jeans but my hat is from Supreme\n  So I guess that's where I hide my things\n  Caged, and the wonder is seen\n  Middle 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I ain't even stick my dick in yet (five, four, three, two, go, too soon)\n[01:11.14] And while y'all are rolling doobies\n[01:12.85] I be in my bedroom scoring movies\n[01:14.78] Still excited like a fucking newbie\n[01:16.04] Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me\n[01:18.01] Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me\n[01:19.97] A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty\n[01:21.82] Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs just to see where my fucking roof be\n[01:25.32] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:26.94] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:28.76] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:30.57] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:32.49] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:34.18] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:36.02] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[01:37.62] Fuck that\n[01:40.18] Wait a goddamn second\n[01:41.18] I'm tripping balls, David Beckham\n[01:42.80] Would fall 'cause shit's going down\n[01:44.60] Just like Rodney King swimming lessons\n[01:46.46] Now me and Justin' (smoke sherm), and been talking 'bout (freeing perms)\n[01:50.03] And purchasing weapons, naming them and aim 'em in One Direction\n[01:53.66] (Wait a minute)\n[01:54.42] It sounds like midgets in a goddamn speaker any time you play this shit loud\n[01:58.15] But that's just me trying to get milk now and the grunts of the (goddamn cow)\n[02:01.75] Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook suck my (Peter)\n[02:04.78] Pan camera, repeat (procedure)\n[02:06.27] And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure\n[02:08.86] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:10.67] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:12.26] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:14.22] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:16.01] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:17.85] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:19.64] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:21.38] Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n[02:23.05] Yeah\n[02:26.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Domo\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: 'Tyler The Creator: Splash Music Festival, Live At Splash!'\n  duration_ms: 147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten\n  start_ms: 470\n  end_ms: 13690\n- text: (I was a mikey) swag, 2011 (If I was a monkey) lemme turn this up a lil bit\n  start_ms: 13690\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: Sick to my motherfucking tummy\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 25610\n- text: Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\n  start_ms: 25610\n  end_ms: 28490\n- text: Popping since Bastard (manager), Clancy's my slave master\n  start_ms: 28490\n  end_ms: 30710\n- text: Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on Jasper\n  start_ms: 30710\n  end_ms: 34320\n- text: I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\n  start_ms: 34320\n  end_ms: 37000\n- text: Yup, and a couple of them swallowed\n  start_ms: 37000\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: Meet me halfway, bitch I'm going all-in\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 39950\n- text: And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n  start_ms: 39950\n  end_ms: 42000\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 42000\n  end_ms: 43620\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 43620\n  end_ms: 45520\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 45520\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52500\n- text: Fuck that (Golf Wang)\n  start_ms: 52500\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: Fuck that shit\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 56350\n- text: So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n  start_ms: 56350\n  end_ms: 57880\n- text: Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n  start_ms: 57880\n  end_ms: 60090\n- text: Said I was a racist homophobic\n  start_ms: 60090\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: So I grabbed (Lucas) and filmed us kissing\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 63240\n- text: Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n  start_ms: 63240\n  end_ms: 65140\n- text: You think I give a fuck? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? 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You niggas are so unusual\n  Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\n  Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops\n\n  The fortress is fortified (bitch)\n  Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\n  Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\n  I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\n  Knock-knock, who's there?\n  It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)\n  I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\n  Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)\n  Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\n  And boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?\n  Nigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy\n  51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n  (5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n  I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)\n  Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\n  See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)\n  I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)\n  Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n  Out this bitch like hokus pokus\n  And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\n  And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\n  Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo\n  Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo\n  Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\n  When I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\n  Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole\n  Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\n  It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome\n  Yo mama look like a ugly, loser\n"},{"id":32702163,"name":"Tyler, The Creator – Domo 23","trackName":"Tyler, The Creator – Domo 23","artistName":"Tyler The Creator","albumName":"EatingHipHop.com","duration":161.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sick to my motherfucking tummy\nBitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy\nBecause I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\nBitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\nPopping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master\nI've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\nYup, and a couple of them swallowed\nMeet me half way, bitch I'm going all in\nAnd I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\nSo, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\nCame to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\nAnd said I was a racist homophobic\nSo I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\nFeelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\nYou think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet\n(No homo; too soon.)\nAnd while y'all are rolling doobies\nI be in my bedroom scoring movies\nStill, I'm sounding like a fucking newbie\nSuck my dick, motherfucker, sue me\nMom got a new whip so she could scoop me\nA year ago, I ain't have no hoopty\nFour story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs\nJust to see where my fucking roof be\n\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\nWait a God damn second\nI'm tripping balls, David Beckham\nWill fall cause shit's going down\nJust like Rodney King's swimming lessons\nNow me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm\nAnd purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction\n(Wait a minute)\nIt sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker\nEvery time you play this shit loud\nBut that's just me trying to get milk now\nInstead of grunts from a God damn cow\nHit me on my beeper while Captain sucks my Peter\nPan camera, repeat procedure\nAnd when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure\n\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\nYou remind me of my bimmer\nA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater\nAnd you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her\nBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n\nYou remind me of my bimmer\nSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up\nAnd your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em\nBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\nSo let me start it up, and smash it\n\nPop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala\n(And it's dark outside)\nAnd I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow\n(Oooooo)\nYou're fucking nuts, brim top we coupled up\nRun my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler\nCause I fingered you, you think a fucking ring is coming up?\n(Oooooo)\nMaybe I don't know I think you're chilled\n(Ride for)\nRiding on my pegs, my back against ya legs\nAnd a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea\n\nYou remind me of my-\nCut it out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.55] Sick to my motherfucking tummy\n[00:08.83] Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy\n[00:10.68] Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\n[00:12.34] Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\n[00:14.39] Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master\n[00:21.22] I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\n[00:23.64] Yup, and a couple of them swallowed\n[00:25.18] Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in\n[00:26.85] And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n[00:28.73] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[00:29.93] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[00:32.38] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[00:34.15] Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n[00:43.35] So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n[00:44.67] Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n[00:46.12] And said I was a racist homophobic\n[00:48.21] So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\n[00:49.91] Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n[00:51.74] You think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet\n[00:53.66] (No homo; too soon.)\n[00:56.92] And while y'all are rolling doobies\n[00:59.62] I be in my bedroom scoring movies\n[01:01.33] Still, I'm sounding like a fucking newbie\n[01:02.81] Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me\n[01:04.67] Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me\n[01:06.62] A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty\n[01:08.43] Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs\n[01:10.53] Just to see where my fucking roof be\n[01:12.18] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:14.45] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:15.89] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:17.34] Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n[01:26.59] Wait a God damn second\n[01:28.17] I'm tripping balls, David Beckham\n[01:29.58] Will fall cause shit's going down\n[01:31.48] Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons\n[01:32.90] Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm\n[01:36.63] And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction\n[01:39.87] (Wait a minute)\n[01:40.96] It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker\n[01:43.16] Every time you play this shit loud\n[01:44.41] But that's just me trying to get milk now\n[01:46.64] Instead of grunts from a God damn cow\n[01:48.22] Hit me on my beeper while Captain sucks my Peter\n[01:51.27] Pan camera, repeat procedure\n[01:53.01] And when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure\n[01:55.25] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:57.68] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:59.03] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[02:00.99] Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n[02:25.55] You remind me of my bimmer\n[02:25.96] A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater\n[02:26.61] And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her\n[02:27.18] But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n[02:27.67] You remind me of my bimmer\n[02:28.20] See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up\n[02:28.42] And your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em\n[02:28.80] But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n[02:29.32] So let me start it up, and smash it\n[02:29.69] Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala\n[02:29.96] (And it's dark outside)\n[02:30.12] And I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow\n[02:30.33] (Oooooo)\n[02:30.55] You're fucking nuts, brim top we coupled up\n[02:31.00] Run my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler\n[02:31.31] Cause I fingered you, you think a fucking ring is coming up?\n[02:31.54] (Oooooo)\n[02:31.60] Maybe I don't know I think you're chilled\n[02:31.84] (Ride for)\n[02:32.02] Riding on my pegs, my back against ya legs\n[02:32.17] And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea\n[02:32.31] You remind me of my-\n[02:32.73] Cut it out!\n[02:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tyler, The Creator – Domo 23\n  artist: Tyler The Creator\n  album: EatingHipHop.com\n  duration_ms: 161000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sick to my motherfucking tummy\n  start_ms: 7550\n  end_ms: 8830\n- text: Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy\n  start_ms: 8830\n  end_ms: 10680\n- text: Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\n  start_ms: 10680\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 14390\n- text: Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master\n  start_ms: 14390\n  end_ms: 21220\n- text: I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\n  start_ms: 21220\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: Yup, and a couple of them swallowed\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 25180\n- text: Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in\n  start_ms: 25180\n  end_ms: 26850\n- text: And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n  start_ms: 26850\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 29930\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 29930\n  end_ms: 32380\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 32380\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 43350\n- text: So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n  start_ms: 43350\n  end_ms: 44670\n- text: Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n  start_ms: 44670\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: And said I was a racist homophobic\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 48210\n- text: So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\n  start_ms: 48210\n  end_ms: 49910\n- text: Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n  start_ms: 49910\n  end_ms: 51740\n- text: You think I give a fuck? 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Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\n  So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n  Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n  And said I was a racist homophobic\n  So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\n  Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n  You think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet\n  (No homo; too soon.)\n  And while y'all are rolling doobies\n  I be in my bedroom scoring movies\n  Still, I'm sounding like a fucking newbie\n  Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me\n  Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me\n  A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty\n  Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs\n  Just to see where my fucking roof be\n\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\n  Wait a God damn second\n  I'm tripping balls, David Beckham\n  Will fall cause shit's going down\n  Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons\n  Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm\n  And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction\n  (Wait a minute)\n  It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker\n  Every time you play this shit loud\n  But that's just me trying to get milk now\n  Instead of grunts from a God damn cow\n  Hit me on my beeper while Captain sucks my Peter\n  Pan camera, repeat procedure\n  And when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure\n\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\n  You remind me of my bimmer\n  A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater\n  And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her\n  But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n\n  You remind me of my bimmer\n  See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up\n  And your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em\n  But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n  So let me start it up, and smash it\n\n  Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala\n  (And it's dark outside)\n  And I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow\n  (Oooooo)\n  You're fucking nuts, brim top we coupled up\n  Run my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler\n  Cause I fingered you, you think a fucking ring is coming up?\n  (Oooooo)\n  Maybe I don't know I think you're chilled\n  (Ride for)\n  Riding on my pegs, my back against ya legs\n  And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea\n\n  You remind me of my-\n  Cut it out!\n"},{"id":16788583,"name":"Tyler, The Creator – Domo 23","trackName":"Tyler, The Creator – Domo 23","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Wolf (Deluxe)","duration":161.3061248,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sick to my motherfucking tummy\nBitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy\nBecause I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\nBitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\nPopping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master\nI've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\nYup, and a couple of them swallowed\nMeet me half way, bitch I'm going all in\nAnd I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\nSo, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\nCame to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\nAnd said I was a racist homophobic\nSo I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\nFeelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\nYou think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet\n(No homo; too soon.)\nAnd while y'all are rolling doobies\nI be in my bedroom scoring movies\nStill, I'm sounding like a fucking newbie\nSuck my dick, motherfucker, sue me\nMom got a new whip so she could scoop me\nA year ago, I ain't have no hoopty\nFour story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs\nJust to see where my fucking roof be\n\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\nWait a God damn second\nI'm tripping balls, David Beckham\nWill fall cause shit's going down\nJust like Rodney King's swimming lessons\nNow me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm\nAnd purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction\n(Wait a minute)\nIt sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker\nEvery time you play this shit loud\nBut that's just me trying to get milk now\nInstead of grunts from a God damn cow\nHit me on my beeper while Captain sucks my Peter\nPan camera, repeat procedure\nAnd when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure\n\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, Golf Wang\nFuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n\nYou remind me of my bimmer\nA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater\nAnd you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her\nBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n\nYou remind me of my bimmer\nSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up\nAnd your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em\nBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\nSo let me start it up, and smash it\n\nPop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala\n(And it's dark outside)\nAnd I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow\n(Oooooo)\nYou're fucking nuts, brim top we coupled up\nRun my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler\nCause I fingered you, you think a fucking ring is coming up?\n(Oooooo)\nMaybe I don't know I think you're chilled\n(Ride for)\nRiding on my pegs, my back against ya legs\nAnd a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea\n\nYou remind me of my-\nCut it out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.55] Sick to my motherfucking tummy\n[00:08.83] Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy\n[00:10.68] Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\n[00:12.34] Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\n[00:14.39] Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master\n[00:21.22] I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\n[00:23.64] Yup, and a couple of them swallowed\n[00:25.18] Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in\n[00:26.85] And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n[00:28.73] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[00:29.93] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[00:32.38] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[00:34.15] Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n[00:43.35] So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n[00:44.67] Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n[00:46.12] And said I was a racist homophobic\n[00:48.21] So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\n[00:49.91] Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n[00:51.74] You think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet\n[00:53.66] (No homo; too soon.)\n[00:56.92] And while y'all are rolling doobies\n[00:59.62] I be in my bedroom scoring movies\n[01:01.33] Still, I'm sounding like a fucking newbie\n[01:02.81] Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me\n[01:04.67] Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me\n[01:06.62] A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty\n[01:08.43] Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs\n[01:10.53] Just to see where my fucking roof be\n[01:12.18] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:14.45] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:15.89] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:17.34] Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n[01:26.59] Wait a God damn second\n[01:28.17] I'm tripping balls, David Beckham\n[01:29.58] Will fall cause shit's going down\n[01:31.48] Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons\n[01:32.90] Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm\n[01:36.63] And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction\n[01:39.87] (Wait a minute)\n[01:40.96] It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker\n[01:43.16] Every time you play this shit loud\n[01:44.41] But that's just me trying to get milk now\n[01:46.64] Instead of grunts from a God damn cow\n[01:48.22] Hit me on my beeper while Captain sucks my Peter\n[01:51.27] Pan camera, repeat procedure\n[01:53.01] And when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure\n[01:55.25] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:57.68] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[01:59.03] Fuck that, Golf Wang\n[02:00.99] Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n[02:25.55] You remind me of my bimmer\n[02:25.96] A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater\n[02:26.61] And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her\n[02:27.18] But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n[02:27.67] You remind me of my bimmer\n[02:28.20] See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up\n[02:28.42] And your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em\n[02:28.80] But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter\n[02:29.32] So let me start it up, and smash it\n[02:29.69] Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala\n[02:29.96] (And it's dark outside)\n[02:30.12] And I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow\n[02:30.33] (Oooooo)\n[02:30.55] You're fucking nuts, brim top we coupled up\n[02:31.00] Run my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler\n[02:31.31] Cause I fingered you, you think a fucking ring is coming up?\n[02:31.54] (Oooooo)\n[02:31.60] Maybe I don't know I think you're chilled\n[02:31.84] (Ride for)\n[02:32.02] Riding on my pegs, my back against ya legs\n[02:32.17] And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea\n[02:32.31] You remind me of my-\n[02:32.73] Cut it out!\n[02:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tyler, The Creator – Domo 23\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Wolf (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 161306\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sick to my motherfucking tummy\n  start_ms: 7550\n  end_ms: 8830\n- text: Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy\n  start_ms: 8830\n  end_ms: 10680\n- text: Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke\n  start_ms: 10680\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 14390\n- text: Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master\n  start_ms: 14390\n  end_ms: 21220\n- text: I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe\n  start_ms: 21220\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: Yup, and a couple of them swallowed\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 25180\n- text: Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in\n  start_ms: 25180\n  end_ms: 26850\n- text: And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco\n  start_ms: 26850\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 29930\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 29930\n  end_ms: 32380\n- text: Fuck that, Golf Wang\n  start_ms: 32380\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 43350\n- text: So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit\n  start_ms: 43350\n  end_ms: 44670\n- text: Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs\n  start_ms: 44670\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: And said I was a racist homophobic\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 48210\n- text: So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing\n  start_ms: 48210\n  end_ms: 49910\n- text: Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing\n  start_ms: 49910\n  end_ms: 51740\n- text: You think I give a fuck? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? 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Yeah, I'm bold with the message\nI know I ain't got the answer\nBut I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\nI'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\nMove 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n\nCrackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\nWe ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\nThem people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\nI had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\nFinders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\nIf I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\nLord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\nHow I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\nY'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\nTeach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n\nWhat the fuck?\nI'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\nI'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\nWord on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\nI ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\nOn God, now\n\nI came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\nV12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\nInternet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\nWhat's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\nI was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\nProtestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n\nI was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\nDidn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\nBack when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\nI say it with my chest out\nYou say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n\nBlack bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\nHit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\nDonated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\nI'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\nAm I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\nI'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\nI feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\nSo I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n\nFreedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\nFree 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\nSo calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\nAnd fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\nWe frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n\nThey playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\nWe aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\nWe done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\nWhether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n\nI might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\nBut I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\nSo let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\nBut put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n\nShit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\nYou know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\nCatch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\nGangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\nShit\nAin't nobody perfect\nWell, at least y'all ain't, heh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Lil' white bitch gon' say\n[00:01.48] \"You need to say something about that\"\n[00:03.66] \"You need to say somethin' 'bout Black-\"\n[00:05.72] Bitch, suck my...\n[00:07.97] Yeah (go time!)\n[00:09.13] That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy\n[00:11.66] She followed your granny, she obeyed master\n[00:14.40] Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories\n[00:17.37] Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message\n[00:20.03] I know I ain't got the answer\n[00:21.26] But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\n[00:23.96] I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\n[00:27.41] Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n[00:30.39] Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\n[00:32.23] We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\n[00:34.82] Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\n[00:37.47] I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\n[00:40.23] Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\n[00:42.63] If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\n[00:45.34] Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\n[00:48.33] How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\n[00:50.59] Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\n[00:53.79] Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n[00:55.99] What the fuck?\n[00:56.76] I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\n[00:58.76] I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\n[01:01.73] Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\n[01:03.64] I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\n[01:10.55] On God, now\n[01:11.42] I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\n[01:14.67] V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\n[01:17.28] Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\n[01:19.80] What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\n[01:22.84] I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\n[01:25.10] Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n[01:27.87] I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\n[01:30.26] Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\n[01:32.67] Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\n[01:35.07] I say it with my chest out\n[01:36.43] You say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n[01:38.10] Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\n[01:40.83] Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\n[01:43.50] Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\n[01:46.12] I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\n[01:48.73] Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\n[01:50.74] I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\n[01:53.54] I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\n[01:56.11] So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n[01:58.76] Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\n[02:01.18] Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\n[02:04.56] So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\n[02:06.59] And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\n[02:09.18] We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n[02:11.75] 'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n[02:14.49] They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\n[02:17.25] We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\n[02:19.62] We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\n[02:22.32] Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n[02:24.88] I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\n[02:27.47] But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\n[02:30.04] So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\n[02:32.66] But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n[02:35.85] Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\n[02:39.84] You know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\n[02:42.30] Catch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\n[02:44.96] Gangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\n[02:47.81] Shit\n[02:49.17] Ain't nobody perfect\n[02:51.23] Well, at least y'all ain't, heh\n[02:54.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tyler, The Creator, Domo Genesis - MANIFESTO (feat. 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It's holes in them stories\n  Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message\n  I know I ain't got the answer\n  But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer\n  I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby\n  Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby\n\n  Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch\n  We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit\n  Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit\n  I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)\n  Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)\n  If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it\n  Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)\n  How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?\n  Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)\n  Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right\n\n  What the fuck?\n  I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it\n  I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)\n  Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement\n  I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)\n  On God, now\n\n  I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious\n  V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)\n  Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit\n  What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch\n  I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)\n  Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)\n\n  I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit\n  Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her\n  Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin\n  I say it with my chest out\n  You say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)\n\n  Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)\n  Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)\n  Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace\n  I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence\n  Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?\n  I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud\n  I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)\n  So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want\n\n  Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em\n  Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina\n  So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds\n  And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down\n  We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)\n  'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a \"What the fuck now?\"\n\n  They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)\n  We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need\n  We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace\n  Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)\n\n  I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth\n  But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)\n  So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans\n  But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott\n\n  Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side\n  You know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)\n  Catch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)\n  Gangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)\n  Shit\n  Ain't nobody perfect\n  Well, at least y'all ain't, heh\n"},{"id":38532657,"name":"Rella (feat. 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\nWolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\nUnder pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops\n\nThe fortress is fortified (bitch)\nMoney in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\nBitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\nI'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\nKnock-knock, who's there?\nIt's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)\nI killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\nNow I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)\nNigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\nAnd boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?\nNigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy\n51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n(5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\nI bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)\nCame in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\nSee these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)\nI'm just tryna see some tits (What?)\nLet's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\nOut this bitch like hokus pokus\nAnd me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\nAnd met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\nThen my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo\nNow my dick's longer than a 5 door limo\nHarder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\nWhen I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\nNow she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole\nEnchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\nIt seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome\nYo mama look like a ugly, loser","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.03] I fucked this flow\n[00:06.27] This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit\n[00:10.16] Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it\n[00:13.25] I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n[00:16.84] She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n[00:20.15] Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency\n[00:23.74] Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n[00:27.40] Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagent\n[00:30.86] Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n[00:34.37] The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n[00:37.22] Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my dick's in her jaw\n[00:40.78] I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n[00:44.75] Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n[00:48.01] Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n[00:51.03] Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n[00:54.81] Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n[00:58.57] African drugs for when the champ come\n[01:01.69] Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n[01:05.79] Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself\n[01:09.29] How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n[01:13.12] Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n[01:15.93] Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\n[01:19.39] I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n[01:23.25] Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n[01:26.44] Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n[01:29.80] Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n[01:33.19] Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n[01:36.52] Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n[01:40.58] Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\n[01:43.35] Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n[01:46.82] Is why this so cool? 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uh\n[00:12.30] READ MORE\n[00:12.68] Just took ten shots and I ain't passed out\n[00:15.38] Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out\n[00:18.45] If you smoking OG, bring the grass out\n[00:21.34] These niggas filled up, bring the gas out\n[00:24.49] Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole\n[00:27.14] I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control\n[00:29.91] Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol\n[00:33.79] How the fuck you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball\n[00:36.85] Turnt up but still smoking\n[00:39.12] Tryna drive but my eyes barely open\n[00:42.52] See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up\n[00:45.54] In my condo smoking out watching True Blood4\n[00:49.08] Tryna take Taco to the strip club\n[00:51.74] Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh(I'm right here guys!)\n[00:55.08] Tryna take Domo to the weed spot\n[00:57.44] True pothead so I need pot\n[01:00.04] Go, I'm so fuckin loaded\n[01:03.09] Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches\n[01:05.19] Tell em\n[01:05.95] Go, faded and I'm floatin\n[01:08.95] I hope your lungs is open\n[01:10.02] All the bitches, tell em, go\n[01:12.43] (Now I been around the world before\n[01:13.76] But I never thought it'd be this way\n[01:17.05] And I smoked up all this weed before\n[01:19.85] But I never thought it'd feel this way)\n[01:22.80] And all the bitches be like, \"Yeah\"\n[01:24.96] Celebration shots got me really faded\n[01:27.30] Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it\n[01:30.49] Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it\n[01:33.16] I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence\n[01:35.98] Suck a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower\n[01:39.07] Five star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower\n[01:41.92] Said I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the power\n[01:45.22] Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour\n[01:48.37] A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass\n[01:50.96] Niggas still stuck in the past, 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Mary Jane has already spoken\n[01:31.70] My shades on, b*tch I'm lokin', no need for aggravations\n[01:34.87] Cause a fake n*gga in his death bed will be f*ckin' collaboratin'\n[01:38.98] Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers\n[01:42.81] Made it stoned because I'm workin' over,\n[01:43.97] too many posers tryin' to rob my bowl\n[01:45.90] I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it,\n[01:48.05] I fell asleep before you b*tch n*ggas present it\n[01:50.04] I'm f*ckin' authentic, remember it, you motherf*ckers pretending\n[01:53.15] Me and Leggo just skated the bowl\n[01:55.27] Next thing you know wildin' out at Watch the Throne\n[01:58.27] I had a dead phone so I gave that little n*gga my cam\n[02:02.34] He snapped that sh*t, the motherf*ckers went HAM\n[02:03.37] Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit\n[02:05.37] I'm like how many f*cks can I get a day?\n[02:07.48] F*ck respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck\n[02:10.43] Before I change to fit in your box,\n[02:12.44] so I'll make sure I cannot fit in a house\n[02:14.49] And I hate genres, f*ck hip hop with their searching\n[02:16.56] cop high top flip flops\n[02:17.62] In the middle of the winter,\n[02:18.77] y'all like f*ck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say\n[02:20.72] No diggity, I'm still tryin' to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin\n[02:24.86] In a creek with Dawson and this vegan b*tch tryin' to eat my sausage\n[02:27.80] That sounds awesome\n[02:28.87] F*ck these parties, I'm real awkward\n[02:30.03] I stand there, I don't know what to do man\n[02:32.06] I'd rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms,\n[02:35.06] staring at my brand new MoonMan\n[02:37.01] Listening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Bricksquad 1017\n[02:39.20] Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim\n[02:40.13] Golf Wang motherf*ckin' triple six we is 3 twins\n[02:41.12] Free my little n*gga sweatshirt\n[02:44.27] Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt\n[02:46.22] Bow down until your motherf*ckin' neck hurt\n[02:47.13] Respect me. 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N*gga, yes indeed\n[02:50.24] Cheech and Chong, I need a bong\n[02:52.23] But I do have friends who got weed that's strong\n[02:53.39] I need a tree house, and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp\n[02:57.39] Throwing that tramp on a trampoline\n[02:58.49] (Have you heard the end of the Window?)\n[03:00.46] N*gga f*ck the team\n[03:01.56] Hey, I'm just playin', I love you n*ggas\n[03:02.63] I hate these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas\n[03:04.64] F*ck everybody who doubted me\n[03:05.64] The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me\n[03:07.72] Odd Future!\n[03:08.77] F*ck all you industry n*ggas man\n[03:10.88] Y'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin'\n[03:13.80] \"We must collab\" I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas\n[03:15.94] All y'all can suck my motherf*ckin' dick\n[03:17.90] F*ck all you labels\n[03:19.97] F*ck every f*ckin' DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my sh*t\n[03:21.96] Suck my motherf*ckin' dick\n[03:24.07] And don't come up to me at the next event\n[03:26.07] I don't want your f*ckin' number, your business card\n[03:28.03] F*ck your company, I'm not performin' at none of your sh*t\n[03:31.10] Don't ask for my f*ckin' manager's email\n[03:33.13] I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas\n[03:34.10] Golf Wang, Free Earl n*gga\n[03:36.22] F*ck Steve Harvey\n[03:39.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hcapd (feat. 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Mary Jane has already spoken\n  My shades on, b*tch I'm lokin', no need for aggravations\n  Cause a fake n*gga in his death bed will be f*ckin' collaboratin'\n  Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers\n  Made it stoned because I'm workin' over,\n  too many posers tryin' to rob my bowl\n  I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it,\n  I fell asleep before you b*tch n*ggas present it\n  I'm f*ckin' authentic, remember it, you motherf*ckers pretending\n\n  Me and Leggo just skated the bowl\n  Next thing you know wildin' out at Watch the Throne\n  I had a dead phone so I gave that little n*gga my cam\n  He snapped that sh*t, the motherf*ckers went HAM\n  Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit\n  I'm like how many f*cks can I get a day?\n  F*ck respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck\n  Before I change to fit in your box,\n  so I'll make sure I cannot fit in a house\n  And I hate genres, f*ck hip hop with their searching\n  cop high top flip flops\n  In the middle of the winter,\n  y'all like f*ck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say\n  No diggity, I'm still tryin' to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin\n  In a creek with Dawson and this vegan b*tch tryin' to eat my sausage\n  That sounds awesome\n  F*ck these parties, I'm real awkward\n  I stand there, I don't know what to do man\n  I'd rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms,\n  staring at my brand new MoonMan\n  Listening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Bricksquad 1017\n  Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim\n  Golf Wang motherf*ckin' triple six we is 3 twins\n  Free my little n*gga sweatshirt\n  Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt\n  Bow down until your motherf*ckin' neck hurt\n  Respect me. Do we run sh*t? N*gga, yes indeed\n  Cheech and Chong, I need a bong\n  But I do have friends who got weed that's strong\n  I need a tree house, and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp\n  Throwing that tramp on a trampoline\n  (Have you heard the end of the Window?)\n  N*gga f*ck the team\n  Hey, I'm just playin', I love you n*ggas\n  I hate these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas\n  F*ck everybody who doubted me\n  The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me\n  Odd Future!\n\n  F*ck all you industry n*ggas man\n  Y'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin'\n  \"We must collab\" I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas\n  All y'all can suck my motherf*ckin' dick\n  F*ck all you labels\n  F*ck every f*ckin' DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my sh*t\n  Suck my motherf*ckin' dick\n  And don't come up to me at the next event\n  I don't want your f*ckin' number, your business card\n  F*ck your company, I'm not performin' at none of your sh*t\n  Don't ask for my f*ckin' manager's email\n  I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas\n  Golf Wang, Free Earl n*gga\n  F*ck Steve Harvey\n"}]