[{"id":32667261,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","duration":101.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  duration_ms: 101000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  start_ms: 27030\n  end_ms: 29850\n- text: Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  start_ms: 29850\n  end_ms: 32900\n- text: The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  start_ms: 32900\n  end_ms: 35020\n- text: So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n  start_ms: 35020\n  end_ms: 37720\n- text: The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  start_ms: 37720\n  end_ms: 40650\n- text: We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  start_ms: 40650\n  end_ms: 43820\n- text: Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  start_ms: 43820\n  end_ms: 46860\n- text: I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  start_ms: 46860\n  end_ms: 48800\n- text: 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  start_ms: 48800\n  end_ms: 53390\n- text: Man, they ain't listening.\n  start_ms: 53390\n  end_ms: 54550\n- text: We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  start_ms: 54550\n  end_ms: 56980\n- text: Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  start_ms: 56980\n  end_ms: 58190\n- text: Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n  start_ms: 58190\n  end_ms: 60650\n- text: Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  start_ms: 60650\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 66050\n- text: Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  start_ms: 66050\n  end_ms: 68540\n- text: Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n  start_ms: 68540\n  end_ms: 73140\n- text: Yeah, haha\n  start_ms: 73140\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: You see these excursions right here?\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77140\n- text: Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  start_ms: 77140\n  end_ms: 80520\n- text: Uh (Tunechi)\n  start_ms: 80520\n  end_ms: 81970\n- text: Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  start_ms: 81970\n  end_ms: 84520\n- text: Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  start_ms: 84520\n  end_ms: 87320\n- text: I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  start_ms: 87320\n  end_ms: 90440\n- text: Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  start_ms: 90440\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96470\n- text: I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  start_ms: 96470\n  end_ms: 99090\n- text: The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  start_ms: 99090\n  end_ms: 101980\n- text: Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n  start_ms: 101980\n  end_ms: 104320\n- text: Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  start_ms: 104320\n  end_ms: 107320\n- text: I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  start_ms: 107320\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 111780\n- text: And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n  start_ms: 111780\n  end_ms: 115600\n- text: I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  start_ms: 115600\n  end_ms: 117100\n- text: As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  start_ms: 117100\n  end_ms: 118260\n- text: I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  start_ms: 118260\n  end_ms: 120030\n- text: It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  start_ms: 120030\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 122820\n- text: Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  start_ms: 122820\n  end_ms: 124050\n- text: The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  start_ms: 124050\n  end_ms: 127750\n- text: Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n  start_ms: 127750\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139630\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 150560\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153960\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":21712599,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Videos","duration":156.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Tyler, The Creator Videos\n  duration_ms: 156000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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'\n    start_ms: 50278\n  - text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 50715\n  - text: 'wings '\n    start_ms: 50842\n  - text: 'are '\n    start_ms: 51048\n  - text: 'whistlin'' '\n    start_ms: 51168\n  - text: like...\n    start_ms: 51633\n- text: Man, they ain't listening.\n  start_ms: 53350\n  end_ms: 54511\n  words:\n  - text: 'Man, '\n    start_ms: 53350\n  - text: 'they '\n    start_ms: 53612\n  - text: 'ain''t '\n    start_ms: 53772\n  - text: listening.\n    start_ms: 53925\n- text: We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  start_ms: 54520\n  end_ms: 56845\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 54520\n  - text: 'crossed '\n    start_ms: 54567\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 54809\n  - text: 'line '\n    start_ms: 54930\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 55108\n  - text: 'immigrants '\n    start_ms: 55342\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 55821\n  - text: 'benefit '\n    start_ms: 55997\n  - text: 'from '\n    start_ms: 56482\n  - text: it.\n    start_ms: 56676\n- text: Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  start_ms: 56900\n  end_ms: 58150\n  words:\n  - text: 'Keep '\n    start_ms: 56900\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 57176\n  - text: 'stunting '\n    start_ms: 57336\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 57721\n  - text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 57840\n  - text: niggas,\n    start_ms: 58066\n- text: Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n  start_ms: 58150\n  end_ms: 60556\n  words:\n  - text: 'Make '\n    start_ms: 58150\n  - text: '''em '\n    start_ms: 58532\n  - text: 'sick '\n    start_ms: 58781\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 58971\n  - text: 'their '\n    start_ms: 59048\n  - text: 'stomach. '\n    start_ms: 59259\n  - text: Man\n    start_ms: 59731\n- text: Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  start_ms: 60610\n  end_ms: 63761\n  words:\n  - text: 'Y''all '\n    start_ms: 60610\n  - text: 'don''t '\n    start_ms: 60655\n  - text: 'understand. '\n    start_ms: 60802\n  - text: 'Fish '\n    start_ms: 61679\n  - text: 'so '\n    start_ms: 61961\n  - text: 'fresh '\n    start_ms: 62228\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 62614\n  - text: 'could '\n    start_ms: 62699\n  - text: 'taste '\n    start_ms: 62902\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 63141\n  - text: sand.\n    start_ms: 63371\n- text: Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  start_ms: 63870\n  end_ms: 66020\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 63870\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 63969\n  - text: 'getting '\n    start_ms: 64107\n  - text: 'lost, '\n    start_ms: 64375\n  - text: 'but '\n    start_ms: 64618\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 64755\n  - text: 'know '\n    start_ms: 64893\n  - text: 'who '\n    start_ms: 65053\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 65208\n  - text: am.\n    start_ms: 65360\n- text: Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  start_ms: 66020\n  end_ms: 68482\n  words:\n  - text: Bada-\n    start_ms: 66020\n  - text: bada-\n    start_ms: 66340\n  - 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text: 'these '\n    start_ms: 74792\n  - text: 'excursions '\n    start_ms: 75007\n  - text: 'right '\n    start_ms: 75576\n  - text: here?\n    start_ms: 75752\n- text: Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  start_ms: 77170\n  end_ms: 80500\n  words:\n  - text: 'Just '\n    start_ms: 77170\n  - text: 'too '\n    start_ms: 77386\n  - text: 'lavish '\n    start_ms: 77553\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 77898\n  - text: 'post '\n    start_ms: 78015\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 78261\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 78360\n  - text: '''Gram '\n    start_ms: 78441\n  - text: '(Gangsta '\n    start_ms: 79043\n  - text: Grillz)\n    start_ms: 80242\n- text: Uh (Tunechi)\n  start_ms: 80500\n  end_ms: 81799\n  words:\n  - text: 'Uh '\n    start_ms: 80500\n  - text: (Tunechi)\n    start_ms: 80587\n- text: Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  start_ms: 81930\n  end_ms: 84453\n  words:\n  - text: 'Excuse '\n    start_ms: 81930\n  - text: 'me, '\n    start_ms: 82475\n  - 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text: 'stuck '\n    start_ms: 87768\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 87997\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 88112\n  - text: 'middle '\n    start_ms: 88250\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 88574\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 88672\n  - text: 'sandwich '\n    start_ms: 88847\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 89280\n  - text: 'slaughter '\n    start_ms: 89532\n  - text: meat.\n    start_ms: 89937\n- text: Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  start_ms: 90480\n  end_ms: 92900\n  words:\n  - text: 'Got '\n    start_ms: 90480\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 90570\n  - text: 'middle '\n    start_ms: 90718\n  - text: 'fingers '\n    start_ms: 91025\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 91348\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 91463\n  - text: 'cameras '\n    start_ms: 91637\n  - text: 'that''s '\n    start_ms: 91966\n  - text: 'recording '\n    start_ms: 92169\n  - text: me,\n    start_ms: 92681\n- text: From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  start_ms: 92900\n  end_ms: 96316\n  words:\n  - text: 'From '\n    start_ms: 92900\n  - text: 'y''all '\n    start_ms: 93047\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 93277\n  - text: 'me. '\n    start_ms: 93373\n  - text: 'Brrt, '\n    start_ms: 93622\n  - text: 'stop '\n    start_ms: 94510\n  - text: 'callin'' '\n    start_ms: 94722\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 95035\n  - text: 'unless '\n    start_ms: 95217\n  - text: 'you''re '\n    start_ms: 95526\n  - text: ordering.\n    start_ms: 95732\n- text: I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  start_ms: 96450\n  end_ms: 99050\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 96450\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 96540\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 96672\n  - text: 'beach, '\n    start_ms: 96809\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 97040\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 97133\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 97288\n  - text: 'feet '\n    start_ms: 97461\n  - text: 'out, '\n    start_ms: 97707\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 98009\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 98175\n  - text: 'stay '\n    start_ms: 98290\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 98485\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 98609\n  - text: feet.\n    start_ms: 98791\n- text: The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  start_ms: 99050\n  end_ms: 101893\n  words:\n  - text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 99050\n  - text: 'corner '\n    start_ms: 99142\n  - text: 'beat, '\n    start_ms: 99481\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 99695\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 99834\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 99972\n  - text: 'deep '\n    start_ms: 100107\n  - text: 'route, '\n    start_ms: 100337\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 100662\n  - text: 'throw '\n    start_ms: 100801\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 101020\n  - text: 'ball '\n    start_ms: 101183\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 101406\n  - text: me.\n    start_ms: 101565\n- text: Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n  start_ms: 101950\n  end_ms: 104307\n  words:\n  - text: 'Thought '\n    start_ms: 101950\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 102061\n  - text: 'this '\n    start_ms: 102086\n  - text: 'lean '\n    start_ms: 102281\n  - text: 'would '\n    start_ms: 102457\n  - text: 'have '\n    start_ms: 102602\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 102779\n  - text: 'senile, '\n    start_ms: 102934\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 103506\n  - text: 'guess '\n    start_ms: 103585\n  - text: 'they '\n    start_ms: 103785\n  - text: 'see '\n    start_ms: 103989\n  - text: now.\n    start_ms: 104189\n- text: Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  start_ms: 104350\n  end_ms: 107283\n  words:\n  - text: 'Let''s '\n    start_ms: 104350\n  - text: 'touch '\n    start_ms: 104643\n  - text: 'down, '\n    start_ms: 104891\n  - text: 'catch '\n    start_ms: 105315\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 105517\n  - text: 'beat '\n    start_ms: 105640\n  - text: 'down, '\n    start_ms: 105879\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 106156\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 106352\n  - text: 'catch '\n    start_ms: 106468\n  - text: touchdowns.\n    start_ms: 106713\n- text: I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  start_ms: 107380\n  end_ms: 109920\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 107380\n  - text: 'fuck '\n    start_ms: 107504\n  - text: '''round, '\n    start_ms: 107719\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 107967\n  - text: 'slow '\n    start_ms: 108085\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 108275\n  - text: 'beat '\n    start_ms: 108462\n  - text: 'down, '\n    start_ms: 108689\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 108953\n  - text: 'take '\n    start_ms: 109114\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 109277\n  - text: 'drums '\n    start_ms: 109433\n  - text: out,\n    start_ms: 109768\n- text: And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  start_ms: 109920\n  end_ms: 111674\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 109920\n  - text: 'speed '\n    start_ms: 109993\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 110187\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 110251\n  - text: 'flow. '\n    start_ms: 110389\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 110516\n  - text: 'so '\n    start_ms: 110600\n  - text: 'greedy, '\n    start_ms: 110736\n  - text: 'I''ma '\n    start_ms: 110897\n  - text: 'eat '\n    start_ms: 111055\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 111155\n  - text: 'own '\n    start_ms: 111253\n  - text: flow.\n    start_ms: 111390\n- text: And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n  start_ms: 111720\n  end_ms: 115507\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 111720\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 111887\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 111981\n  - text: 'need '\n    start_ms: 112056\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 112193\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 112288\n  - text: 'flow, '\n    start_ms: 112421\n  - text: 'may '\n    start_ms: 112613\n  - text: 'eat '\n    start_ms: 112738\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 112857\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 112955\n  - text: 'rapper, '\n    start_ms: 113053\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 113303\n  - text: 'might '\n    start_ms: 113379\n  - text: 'as '\n    start_ms: 113500\n  - text: 'well '\n    start_ms: 113563\n  - text: 'eat '\n    start_ms: 113702\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 113820\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 113918\n  - text: hoe.\n    start_ms: 113998\n- text: I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 117180\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 115630\n  - text: 'hot '\n    start_ms: 115759\n  - text: 'as '\n    start_ms: 115871\n  - text: 'hell '\n    start_ms: 116013\n  - text: 'when '\n    start_ms: 116159\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 116237\n  - text: 'weather '\n    start_ms: 116347\n  - text: 'is '\n    start_ms: 116562\n  - text: 'freezin'', '\n    start_ms: 116700\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 116949\n  - text: cold\n    start_ms: 117072\n- text: As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  start_ms: 117180\n  end_ms: 118230\n  words:\n  - text: 'As '\n    start_ms: 117180\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 117356\n  - text: 'devil, '\n    start_ms: 117472\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 117728\n  - text: 'demon, '\n    start_ms: 117771\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 117968\n  - text: ghost.\n    start_ms: 118076\n- text: I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  start_ms: 118230\n  end_ms: 119993\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''ma '\n    start_ms: 118230\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 118576\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 118733\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 118927\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 119043\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 119271\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 119403\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 119593\n  - text: more.\n    start_ms: 119733\n- text: It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  start_ms: 120000\n  end_ms: 121178\n  words:\n  - text: 'It''s '\n    start_ms: 120000\n  - text: 'too '\n    start_ms: 120078\n  - text: 'late '\n    start_ms: 120182\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 120321\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 120417\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 120591\n  - text: 'low. 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We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. 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Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.83] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.20] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.23] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.92] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.13] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.14] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.74] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.41] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.06] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.88] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.96] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.09] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.77] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.88] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.84] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.82] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.32] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.58] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.97] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.14] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.66] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.46] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.06] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.95] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.31] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.37] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.92] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.79] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.63] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.12] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.27] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.09] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.20] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.81] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.02] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.72] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.50] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.79] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.65] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.77] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.54] Of course\n[02:32.41] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS (feat. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. 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It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.88] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.84] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.82] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.32] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.58] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.97] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.14] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.66] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.46] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.06] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.95] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.31] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.37] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.92] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.79] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.63] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.12] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.27] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.09] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.20] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.81] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.02] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.72] Yeah! Mula! 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 131500\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131500\n  end_ms: 136790\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136790\n  end_ms: 139650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139650\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144770\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144770\n  end_ms: 150540\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150540\n  end_ms: 152410\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152410\n  end_ms: 153950\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153950\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":28082033,"name":"Hot Wind Blows (Feat. Lil Wayne)","trackName":"Hot Wind Blows (Feat. Lil Wayne)","artistName":"Tyler & the Creator & Lil Wayne","albumName":"This Is Tyler, The Creator","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.83] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.20] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.23] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.92] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.13] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.14] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.74] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.41] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.06] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.88] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.96] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.09] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.77] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.88] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.84] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.82] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.32] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.58] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.97] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.14] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.66] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.46] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.06] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.95] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.31] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.37] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.92] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.79] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.63] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.12] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.27] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.09] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.20] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.81] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.02] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.72] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.50] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.79] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.65] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.77] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.54] Of course\n[02:32.41] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: 'CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST: The Estate Sale'\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2830\n  end_ms: 6200\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6200\n  end_ms: 9230\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9230\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14920\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14920\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 21740\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21740\n  end_ms: 24410\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24410\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: Find us. 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 131500\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131500\n  end_ms: 136790\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136790\n  end_ms: 139650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139650\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144770\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144770\n  end_ms: 150540\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150540\n  end_ms: 152410\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152410\n  end_ms: 153950\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153950\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. 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It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. 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Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, the Creator\n  album: 'CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST: The Estate Sale'\n  duration_ms: 152498\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127750\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139630\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 150560\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153960\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":17070531,"name":"Tyler, The Creator, Lil Wayne - HOT WIND BLOWS (feat. Lil Wayne)","trackName":"Tyler, The Creator, Lil Wayne - HOT WIND BLOWS (feat. Lil Wayne)","artistName":"Tyler The Creator","albumName":"CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST: The Estate Sale","duration":155.324082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.22] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.21] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.76] We on a yacht\n[00:14.96] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.15] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.77] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.42] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.09] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.83] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.92] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.07] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.79] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.60] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.81] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.82] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.82] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.30] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.59] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.96] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.16] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.64] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.81] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.08] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.51] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.12] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.35] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.95] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.58] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.33] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.46] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.95] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.49] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.02] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.96] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.37] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.35] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.96] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.70] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.67] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.13] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.20] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.07] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.25] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.00] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.51] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.11] You see\n[02:24.77] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.58] Of course\n[02:32.49] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:34.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tyler, The Creator, Lil Wayne - HOT WIND BLOWS (feat. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127750\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139630\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 150560\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153960\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":30319989,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Misc 2021","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Misc 2021\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 111780\n- text: And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n  start_ms: 111780\n  end_ms: 115600\n- text: I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  start_ms: 115600\n  end_ms: 117100\n- text: As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  start_ms: 117100\n  end_ms: 118260\n- text: I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  start_ms: 118260\n  end_ms: 120030\n- text: It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  start_ms: 120030\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 122820\n- text: Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  start_ms: 122820\n  end_ms: 124050\n- text: The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  start_ms: 124050\n  end_ms: 127750\n- text: Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n  start_ms: 127750\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139630\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 150560\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153960\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":19393131,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST","duration":165.67615,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST\n  duration_ms: 165676\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, the Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST\n  duration_ms: 175538\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127750\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139630\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 150560\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153960\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":18724135,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, the Creator","albumName":"CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST","duration":152.497698,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.82] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.86] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.80] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.39] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.55] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.98] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.19] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.65] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.47] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.09] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.98] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.32] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.32] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.98] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.78] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.60] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.10] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.26] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.03] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.26] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.82] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.05] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.75] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, the Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST\n  duration_ms: 152498\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127750\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 136770\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136770\n  end_ms: 139630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139630\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 150560\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153960\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":15019121,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST (CD)","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.83] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.20] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.23] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.92] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.13] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.14] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.74] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.41] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.06] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.88] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.96] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.09] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.77] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.46] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.06] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.95] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.31] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.37] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.92] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.79] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.63] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.12] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.27] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.09] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.20] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.81] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.02] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.72] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.50] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.79] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.65] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.77] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.54] Of course\n[02:32.41] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST (CD)\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2830\n  end_ms: 6200\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6200\n  end_ms: 9230\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9230\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14920\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14920\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 21740\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21740\n  end_ms: 24410\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24410\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: Find us. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! 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It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.88] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.84] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.82] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.32] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.58] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.97] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.14] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.66] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.46] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.06] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.95] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.31] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.37] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.92] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.79] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.63] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.12] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.27] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.09] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.20] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.81] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.02] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.72] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.50] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.79] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.65] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.77] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.54] Of course\n[02:32.41] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler， The Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2830\n  end_ms: 6200\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6200\n  end_ms: 9230\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9230\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14920\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14920\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 21740\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21740\n  end_ms: 24410\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24410\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: Find us. 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Bitch\n  start_ms: 127720\n  end_ms: 131500\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131500\n  end_ms: 136790\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136790\n  end_ms: 139650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139650\n  end_ms: 143160\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143160\n  end_ms: 144770\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144770\n  end_ms: 150540\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150540\n  end_ms: 152410\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152410\n  end_ms: 153950\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153950\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":24937716,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Call Me If You Get Lost: Estate Sale","duration":155.305011,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. 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Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: 'Call Me If You Get Lost: Estate Sale'\n  duration_ms: 155305\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"},{"id":22357159,"name":"HOT WIND BLOWS","trackName":"HOT WIND BLOWS","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST","duration":160.056,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nWe just landed in Geneva\nYeah, that's in Switzerland\nWe on a yacht\nA young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\nWe all got our toes out, too\nCall me when you get lost\n\nI'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\nDriver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\nFind us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\nWhere the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\nThe luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\nSo many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\nThe Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\nWe boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\nOut in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\nI love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\nMan, they ain't listening.\nWe crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\nKeep on stunting on these niggas,\nMake 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\nY'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n(Hot wind)\n(All aboard, nigga)\nYou see\nWe just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\nOf course\nY'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:06.29] We just landed in Geneva\n[00:09.24] Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n[00:11.70] We on a yacht\n[00:14.91] A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n[00:17.19] We all got our toes out, too\n[00:20.11] Call me when you get lost\n[00:21.72] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n[00:24.40] Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n[00:27.03] Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n[00:29.85] Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n[00:32.90] The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n[00:35.02] So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n[00:37.72] The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n[00:40.65] We boated here. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.84] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.54] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.14] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.39] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.14] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.52] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.97] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.52] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.32] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.44] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.96] From y'all to me. 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Bitch\n[02:11.58] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.77] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.63] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.78] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.56] Of course\n[02:32.42] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST\n  duration_ms: 160056\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24400\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24400\n  end_ms: 27030\n- text: Find us. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. 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Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\nYeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\nBada-bada-bada something-something-something.\nTreat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\nYeah, haha\nYou see these excursions right here?\nJust too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\nUh (Tunechi)\n\nExcuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\nLike mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\nI'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\nGot my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\nFrom y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\nI'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\nThe corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\nThought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\nLet's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\nI fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\nAnd speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\nAnd I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\nI'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\nAs the devil, and demon, and ghost.\nI'ma get even and even get even some more.\nIt's too late to even get low. Bow!\nWolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\nMula, Weezy, the GOAT.\nThe wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\nYeah! Mula! 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It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n[00:43.88] Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n[00:46.84] I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n[00:48.82] 100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n[00:53.32] Man, they ain't listening.\n[00:54.58] We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n[00:56.97] Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n[00:58.14] Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n[01:00.66] Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n[01:03.85] Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n[01:06.05] Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n[01:08.50] Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n[01:13.16] Yeah, haha\n[01:14.32] You see these excursions right here?\n[01:17.17] Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:20.54] Uh (Tunechi)\n[01:21.98] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n[01:24.51] Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n[01:27.34] I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n[01:30.42] Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n[01:32.91] From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n[01:36.46] I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n[01:39.06] The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n[01:41.95] Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n[01:44.31] Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n[01:47.37] I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n[01:49.92] And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n[01:51.79] And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n[01:55.63] I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n[01:57.12] As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n[01:58.27] I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n[02:00.09] It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n[02:01.20] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n[02:02.81] Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n[02:04.02] The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n[02:07.72] Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n[02:11.50] (Hot wind)\n[02:16.79] (All aboard, nigga)\n[02:19.65] \n[02:23.16] You see\n[02:24.77] We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n[02:30.54] Of course\n[02:32.41] Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n[02:33.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HOT WIND BLOWS\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator/Tyler, The Creator, Lil Wayne\n  album: 'CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST: The Estate Sale'\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2840\n  end_ms: 5962\n  words:\n  - text: 'Ladies '\n    start_ms: 2840\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 3206\n  - text: gentlemen\n    start_ms: 3327\n- text: We just landed in Geneva\n  start_ms: 6210\n  end_ms: 9039\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 6210\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 6405\n  - text: 'landed '\n    start_ms: 6438\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 6581\n  - text: Geneva\n    start_ms: 6701\n- text: Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 11668\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah, '\n    start_ms: 9250\n  - text: 'that''s '\n    start_ms: 9263\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 9439\n  - text: Switzerland\n    start_ms: 9557\n- text: We on a yacht\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14799\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 11780\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 11962\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 12064\n  - text: yacht\n    start_ms: 12181\n- text: A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  start_ms: 14930\n  end_ms: 17023\n  words:\n  - text: 'A '\n    start_ms: 14930\n  - text: 'young '\n    start_ms: 15025\n  - text: 'lady '\n    start_ms: 15188\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 15483\n  - text: 'fed '\n    start_ms: 15692\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 15872\n  - text: 'French '\n    start_ms: 16031\n  - text: 'vanilla '\n    start_ms: 16269\n  - text: 'ice '\n    start_ms: 16588\n  - text: cream\n    start_ms: 16837\n- text: We all got our toes out, too\n  start_ms: 17160\n  end_ms: 20039\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 17160\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 17419\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 17613\n  - text: 'our '\n    start_ms: 17783\n  - text: 'toes '\n    start_ms: 17945\n  - text: 'out, '\n    start_ms: 18278\n  - text: too\n    start_ms: 18498\n- text: Call me when you get lost\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 21709\n  words:\n  - text: 'Call '\n    start_ms: 20150\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 20442\n  - text: 'when '\n    start_ms: 20563\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 20686\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 20806\n  - text: lost\n    start_ms: 21000\n- text: I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  start_ms: 21790\n  end_ms: 24420\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''ma '\n    start_ms: 21790\n  - text: 'travel '\n    start_ms: 22461\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 22752\n  - text: 'globe, '\n    start_ms: 22911\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 23261\n  - text: 'keep '\n    start_ms: 23404\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 23610\n  - text: 'block '\n    start_ms: 23768\n  - text: hot.\n    start_ms: 24120\n- text: Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  start_ms: 24420\n  end_ms: 26979\n  words:\n  - text: 'Driver, '\n    start_ms: 24420\n  - text: 'open '\n    start_ms: 25119\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 25368\n  - text: 'door '\n    start_ms: 25549\n  - text: 'for '\n    start_ms: 25888\n  - text: 'me, '\n    start_ms: 26062\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 26247\n  - text: 'hand '\n    start_ms: 26446\n  - text: hurts.\n    start_ms: 26767\n- text: Find us. 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'\n    start_ms: 93373\n  - text: 'Brrt, '\n    start_ms: 93622\n  - text: 'stop '\n    start_ms: 94510\n  - text: 'callin'' '\n    start_ms: 94722\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 95035\n  - text: 'unless '\n    start_ms: 95217\n  - text: 'you''re '\n    start_ms: 95526\n  - text: ordering.\n    start_ms: 95732\n- text: I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  start_ms: 96450\n  end_ms: 99050\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 96450\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 96540\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 96672\n  - text: 'beach, '\n    start_ms: 96809\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 97040\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 97133\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 97288\n  - text: 'feet '\n    start_ms: 97461\n  - text: 'out, '\n    start_ms: 97707\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 98009\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 98175\n  - text: 'stay '\n    start_ms: 98290\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 98485\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 98609\n  - text: feet.\n    start_ms: 98791\n- text: The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  start_ms: 99050\n  end_ms: 101893\n  words:\n  - text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 99050\n  - text: 'corner '\n    start_ms: 99142\n  - text: 'beat, '\n    start_ms: 99481\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 99695\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 99834\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 99972\n  - text: 'deep '\n    start_ms: 100107\n  - text: 'route, '\n    start_ms: 100337\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 100662\n  - text: 'throw '\n    start_ms: 100801\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 101020\n  - text: 'ball '\n    start_ms: 101183\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 101406\n  - text: me.\n    start_ms: 101565\n- text: Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n  start_ms: 101950\n  end_ms: 104307\n  words:\n  - text: 'Thought '\n    start_ms: 101950\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 102061\n  - text: 'this '\n    start_ms: 102086\n  - text: 'lean '\n    start_ms: 102281\n  - text: 'would '\n    start_ms: 102457\n  - text: 'have '\n    start_ms: 102602\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 102779\n  - text: 'senile, '\n    start_ms: 102934\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 103506\n  - text: 'guess '\n    start_ms: 103585\n  - text: 'they '\n    start_ms: 103785\n  - text: 'see '\n    start_ms: 103989\n  - text: now.\n    start_ms: 104189\n- text: Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  start_ms: 104350\n  end_ms: 107283\n  words:\n  - text: 'Let''s '\n    start_ms: 104350\n  - text: 'touch '\n    start_ms: 104643\n  - text: 'down, '\n    start_ms: 104891\n  - text: 'catch '\n    start_ms: 105315\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 105517\n  - text: 'beat '\n    start_ms: 105640\n  - text: 'down, '\n    start_ms: 105879\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 106156\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 106352\n  - text: 'catch '\n    start_ms: 106468\n  - text: touchdowns.\n    start_ms: 106713\n- text: I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  start_ms: 107380\n  end_ms: 109920\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 107380\n  - text: 'fuck '\n    start_ms: 107504\n  - text: '''round, '\n    start_ms: 107719\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 107967\n  - text: 'slow '\n    start_ms: 108085\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 108275\n  - text: 'beat '\n    start_ms: 108462\n  - text: 'down, '\n    start_ms: 108689\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 108953\n  - text: 'take '\n    start_ms: 109114\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 109277\n  - text: 'drums '\n    start_ms: 109433\n  - text: out,\n    start_ms: 109768\n- text: And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  start_ms: 109920\n  end_ms: 111674\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 109920\n  - text: 'speed '\n    start_ms: 109993\n  - text: 'up '\n    start_ms: 110187\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 110251\n  - text: 'flow. '\n    start_ms: 110389\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 110516\n  - text: 'so '\n    start_ms: 110600\n  - text: 'greedy, '\n    start_ms: 110736\n  - text: 'I''ma '\n    start_ms: 110897\n  - text: 'eat '\n    start_ms: 111055\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 111155\n  - text: 'own '\n    start_ms: 111253\n  - text: flow.\n    start_ms: 111390\n- text: And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n  start_ms: 111720\n  end_ms: 115507\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 111720\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 111887\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 111981\n  - text: 'need '\n    start_ms: 112056\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 112193\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 112288\n  - text: 'flow, '\n    start_ms: 112421\n  - text: 'may '\n    start_ms: 112613\n  - text: 'eat '\n    start_ms: 112738\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 112857\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 112955\n  - text: 'rapper, '\n    start_ms: 113053\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 113303\n  - text: 'might '\n    start_ms: 113379\n  - text: 'as '\n    start_ms: 113500\n  - text: 'well '\n    start_ms: 113563\n  - text: 'eat '\n    start_ms: 113702\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 113820\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 113918\n  - text: hoe.\n    start_ms: 113998\n- text: I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 117180\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 115630\n  - text: 'hot '\n    start_ms: 115759\n  - text: 'as '\n    start_ms: 115871\n  - text: 'hell '\n    start_ms: 116013\n  - text: 'when '\n    start_ms: 116159\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 116237\n  - text: 'weather '\n    start_ms: 116347\n  - text: 'is '\n    start_ms: 116562\n  - text: 'freezin'', '\n    start_ms: 116700\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 116949\n  - text: cold\n    start_ms: 117072\n- text: As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  start_ms: 117180\n  end_ms: 118230\n  words:\n  - text: 'As '\n    start_ms: 117180\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 117356\n  - text: 'devil, '\n    start_ms: 117472\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 117728\n  - text: 'demon, '\n    start_ms: 117771\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 117968\n  - text: ghost.\n    start_ms: 118076\n- text: I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  start_ms: 118230\n  end_ms: 119993\n  words:\n  - text: 'I''ma '\n    start_ms: 118230\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 118576\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 118733\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 118927\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 119043\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 119271\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 119403\n  - text: 'some '\n    start_ms: 119593\n  - text: more.\n    start_ms: 119733\n- text: It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  start_ms: 120000\n  end_ms: 121178\n  words:\n  - text: 'It''s '\n    start_ms: 120000\n  - text: 'too '\n    start_ms: 120078\n  - text: 'late '\n    start_ms: 120182\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 120321\n  - text: 'even '\n    start_ms: 120417\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 120591\n  - text: 'low. '\n    start_ms: 120729\n  - text: Bow!\n    start_ms: 120921\n- text: Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  start_ms: 121220\n  end_ms: 122749\n  words:\n  - text: 'Wolf '\n    start_ms: 121220\n  - text: 'Gang, '\n    start_ms: 121297\n  - text: 'Wolf '\n    start_ms: 121448\n  - text: 'Gang, '\n    start_ms: 121619\n  - text: 'that''s '\n    start_ms: 121794\n  - text: 'what '\n    start_ms: 121952\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 122096\n  - text: 'need '\n    start_ms: 122153\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 122327\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 122404\n  - text: know.\n    start_ms: 122498\n- text: Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  start_ms: 122830\n  end_ms: 123931\n  words:\n  - text: 'Mula, '\n    start_ms: 122830\n  - text: 'Weezy, '\n    start_ms: 123261\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 123482\n  - text: GOAT.\n    start_ms: 123637\n- text: The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  start_ms: 124080\n  end_ms: 127719\n  words:\n  - text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 124080\n  - text: 'wind '\n    start_ms: 124156\n  - text: 'beneath '\n    start_ms: 124308\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 124616\n  - text: 'wings, '\n    start_ms: 124803\n  - text: 'Desert '\n    start_ms: 125166\n  - text: 'Eagle '\n    start_ms: 125526\n  - text: 'underneath '\n    start_ms: 125833\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 126273\n  - text: coat.\n    start_ms: 126468\n- text: Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n  start_ms: 127770\n  end_ms: 131521\n  words:\n  - text: 'Yeah! '\n    start_ms: 127770\n  - text: 'Mula! '\n    start_ms: 129689\n  - text: Bitch\n    start_ms: 130820\n- text: (Hot wind)\n  start_ms: 131550\n  end_ms: 136678\n  words:\n  - text: '(Hot '\n    start_ms: 131550\n  - text: wind)\n    start_ms: 132472\n- text: (All aboard, nigga)\n  start_ms: 136790\n  end_ms: 139491\n  words:\n  - text: '(All '\n    start_ms: 136790\n  - text: 'aboard, '\n    start_ms: 137215\n  - text: nigga)\n    start_ms: 137635\n- text: You see\n  start_ms: 143130\n  end_ms: 144577\n  words:\n  - text: 'You '\n    start_ms: 143130\n  - text: see\n    start_ms: 143293\n- text: We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  start_ms: 144770\n  end_ms: 150329\n  words:\n  - text: 'We '\n    start_ms: 144770\n  - text: 'just '\n    start_ms: 145139\n  - text: 'over '\n    start_ms: 145347\n  - text: 'here '\n    start_ms: 145539\n  - text: 'admirin'' '\n    start_ms: 145674\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 146092\n  - text: 'view '\n    start_ms: 146219\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 146384\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 146468\n  - text: 'mountains '\n    start_ms: 146568\n  - text: 'from '\n    start_ms: 146903\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 147027\n  - text: lake\n    start_ms: 147174\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 150560\n  end_ms: 152350\n  words:\n  - text: 'Of '\n    start_ms: 150560\n  - text: course\n    start_ms: 150651\n- text: Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n  start_ms: 152460\n  end_ms: 154015\n  words:\n  - text: 'Y''all '\n    start_ms: 152460\n  - text: 'know '\n    start_ms: 152671\n  - text: 'it''s '\n    start_ms: 152857\n  - text: 'Wolf '\n    start_ms: 153028\n  - text: 'Haley, '\n    start_ms: 153216\n  - text: 'man, '\n    start_ms: 153539\n  - text: 'stop '\n    start_ms: 153778\n  - text: 'fuckin'' '\n    start_ms: 153936\n  - text: playin'\n    start_ms: 153956\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We just landed in Geneva\n  Yeah, that's in Switzerland\n  We on a yacht\n  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream\n  We all got our toes out, too\n  Call me when you get lost\n\n  I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot.\n  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts.\n  Find us. We playing hide and seek with the passports.\n  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us. Yeah,\n  The luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear.\n  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair.\n\n  The Cartier so light on my body, they thought I floated here,\n  We boated here. It's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah.\n  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again. We kissin', dawg,\n  I love when she lets me rubber like Michelin.\n  100 grand to sleep on the bird. The wings are whistlin' like...\n  Man, they ain't listening.\n  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it.\n  Keep on stunting on these niggas,\n  Make 'em sick to their stomach. Man\n\n  Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh you could taste the sand.\n  Yeah, we getting lost, but we know who we am.\n  Bada-bada-bada something-something-something.\n  Treat that last part like you niggas ain't saying nothing!\n\n  Yeah, haha\n  You see these excursions right here?\n  Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Uh (Tunechi)\n\n  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me.\n  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefin'.\n  I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat.\n  Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me,\n  From y'all to me. Brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering.\n  I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet.\n  The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me.\n  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now.\n\n  Let's touch down, catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns.\n  I fuck 'round, and slow the beat down, and take the drums out,\n  And speed up my flow. I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow.\n  And I'm in need of a flow, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a hoe.\n\n  I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', and cold\n  As the devil, and demon, and ghost.\n  I'ma get even and even get even some more.\n  It's too late to even get low. Bow!\n  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know.\n  Mula, Weezy, the GOAT.\n  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat.\n  Yeah! Mula! Bitch\n\n  (Hot wind)\n  (All aboard, nigga)\n  You see\n  We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake\n  Of course\n  Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'\n"}]