[{"id":23171016,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Videos","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with Lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went Down South but I ended up North\nUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (Where's your dad?)\nI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\nTyler, what are you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh-umm…\nShut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\nUhh…\nOr I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\nMmph!\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n(Maybe) Another love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nYou're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\nYou're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\nYou'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\nI love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n(Police!)\nI gave you everything\n(Police!)\nBut, I guess I wasn't the one\n(This is the police! Open the door!)\nI don't know, I don't know\n(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in!)\nFuck it, Blaow!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I like my girls skinny with brains\n[00:04.44] I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n[00:06.39] I like my friends imaginary with no names\n[00:08.66] And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n[00:11.43] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.62] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.96] So I went Down South but I ended up North\n[00:19.51] Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n[00:22.14] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.70] You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.26] I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n[00:29.84] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n[00:33.29] You make a nigga sing songs nice\n[00:35.10] You make a nigga's night turn day\n[00:37.48] And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n[00:39.74] It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n[00:42.79] I want to eat you out like jello\n[00:44.98] And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n[00:47.53] And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.09] Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n[01:03.18] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.15] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:08.22] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:13.35] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.26] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:17.82] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:22.49] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.50] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:28.05] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.54] Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n[01:33.22] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.00] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n[01:43.01] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.66] Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n[01:48.32] Tyler, what are you doing?\n[01:49.32] Shut the fuck up!\n[01:50.37] Uh-umm…\n[01:51.30] Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n[01:53.30] Uhh…\n[01:55.36] Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n[01:57.67] Mmph!\n[01:58.78] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.30] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.69] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.35] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.73] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.58] You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n[02:13.38] I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n[02:15.77] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n[02:18.69] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:20.97] I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.36] And truthfully girl you really make my day\n[02:25.78] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:28.27] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:30.81] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n[02:35.08] L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n[02:38.71] And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n[02:45.39] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n[02:49.25] And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n[02:59.83] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.39] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.46] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:06.39] (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n[03:11.30] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.55] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:20.66] You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n[03:26.70] You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n[03:30.68] You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n[03:38.14] I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n[03:42.19] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.77] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n[03:49.63] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.78] Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n[03:54.64] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.21] But fucked up is how I been lately\n[03:59.15] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.79] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.72] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.64] Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n[04:08.93] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n[04:11.54] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.34] What did you want from me?\n[04:17.91] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.69] (Police!)\n[04:25.47] I gave you everything\n[04:27.65] (Police!)\n[04:29.38] But, I guess I wasn't the one\n[04:33.18] (This is the police! Open the door!)\n[04:36.45] I don't know, I don't know\n[04:37.86] (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n[04:39.59] (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n[04:42.08] Fuck it, Blaow!\n[04:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Tyler, The Creator Videos\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I like my girls skinny with brains\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4440\n- text: I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  start_ms: 4440\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11430\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11430\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 24700\n- text: You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24700\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29840\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  start_ms: 29840\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35100\n- text: You make a nigga's night turn day\n  start_ms: 35100\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 42790\n- text: I want to eat you out like jello\n  start_ms: 42790\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? 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We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 277860\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 282080\n- text: Fuck it, Blaow!\n  start_ms: 282080\n  end_ms: 286600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286600\nplain: |\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Maybe? (No)\n  Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  Maybe? (I got a date)\n  Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  Tyler, what are you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh-umm…\n  Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  Uhh…\n  Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  Mmph!\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'ma just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe\n  But fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  (Police!)\n  I gave you everything\n  (Police!)\n  But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  I don't know, I don't know\n  (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  Fuck it, Blaow!\n"},{"id":34267665,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator - Topic","albumName":"Sarah","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I like my girls skinny with brains)\n(I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n(I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n(And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went down south but I ended up north\nUp top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so right, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce\nYeah, making niggas sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\nSucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n\nI want to eat you out like Jell-O\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and a cello\nAnd tell your momma I said hello\nYou want to go to prom?\n(Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck, shit!\nAnd another one\nThere goes another one\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell, maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (How's your dad?)\n\nI like her L-I-K-E\nThe only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X and O\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there so nobody could wonder where her face went\n\n(Tyler, what are you doing?) Shut the fuck up!\nYou gon', you gon' fucking love me, bitch!\nI will fucking put this fucking gun in your fucking head!\n\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou could be a gold-digger, you ain't gotta love me\nI'm serious (I love you), I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (someone help me)\n\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully, girl, you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes are metal bags, it's attractive\nLOL laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting\n\nAnd I want your cinema hole\nHave our kids play supporting roles\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch, it's gold\nAnd I was in love, I would never get over you (someone help me, help me)\nEver, Sarah\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell, maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n(Maybe)\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell, maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n\nYou're my lady\nYou taste so good\nYou're my lady\n(Blaow)\nI love you, Sarah\n\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breasts\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would've said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I've been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\n\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all gummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n\n(Police) I gave you everything!\n(Police!)\nI gues I wasn't the one\n(This is the police, open up the door)\nI don't know, I don't know (open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n(Blaow!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.60] (I like my girls skinny with brains)\n[00:04.57] (I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n[00:06.48] (I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n[00:08.62] (And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n[00:11.47] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.60] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.85] So I went down south but I ended up north\n[00:19.35] Up top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\n[00:22.05] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.77] You're so right, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.07] I'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n[00:29.74] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n[00:32.48] Yeah, making niggas sing songs nice\n[00:35.17] You make a nigga night turn day\n[00:37.08] And you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\n[00:39.93] Sucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n[00:42.33] I want to eat you out like Jell-O\n[00:44.88] And mess with your body like the bass and a cello\n[00:47.96] And tell your momma I said hello\n[00:49.92] You want to go to prom?\n[00:51.17] (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.22] Fuck, shit!\n[00:54.06] And another one\n[00:56.40] There goes another one\n[01:03.27] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.13] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:07.96] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[01:10.16] (Blaow!)\n[01:13.51] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.19] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:18.23] Well maybe Cupid won't miss\n[01:20.33] (Blaow!)\n[01:23.27] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.43] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:27.93] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.45] Maybe? (How's your dad?)\n[01:33.33] I like her L-I-K-E\n[01:35.29] The only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.49] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X and O\n[01:43.19] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.56] Keep her there so nobody could wonder where her face went\n[01:48.16] (Tyler, what are you doing?) Shut the fuck up!\n[01:51.03] You gon', you gon' fucking love me, bitch!\n[01:55.14] I will fucking put this fucking gun in your fucking head!\n[01:58.74] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.42] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.77] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.28] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.70] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.64] You could be a gold-digger, you ain't gotta love me\n[02:13.11] I'm serious (I love you), I don't ask for much\n[02:15.78] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (someone help me)\n[02:18.76] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:21.17] I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.27] And truthfully, girl, you really make my day\n[02:25.74] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:29.00] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:31.03] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes are metal bags, it's attractive\n[02:34.70] LOL laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting\n[02:39.42] And I want your cinema hole\n[02:41.43] Have our kids play supporting roles\n[02:44.74] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch, it's gold\n[02:49.94] And I was in love, I would never get over you (someone help me, help me)\n[02:56.51] Ever, Sarah\n[02:59.46] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.48] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.06] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[03:06.49] (Blaow!)\n[03:07.97] (Maybe)\n[03:09.65] Another love song about shit\n[03:11.58] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.44] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[03:16.42] (Blaow!)\n[03:20.02] You're my lady\n[03:22.18] You taste so good\n[03:25.97] You're my lady\n[03:36.64] (Blaow)\n[03:39.06] I love you, Sarah\n[03:44.65] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.54] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breasts\n[03:49.50] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.46] Now you probably wishing that you would've said yes\n[03:54.51] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.47] But fucked up is how I've been lately\n[03:59.33] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.58] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.71] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.54] Now you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all bloody\n[04:09.02] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all gummy\n[04:11.31] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.56] What did you want from me?\n[04:18.06] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.85] (Police) I gave you everything!\n[04:27.51] (Police!)\n[04:29.87] I gues I wasn't the one\n[04:32.92] (This is the police, open up the door)\n[04:36.39] I don't know, I don't know (open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n[04:40.23] (Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n[04:44.13] (Blaow!)\n[04:45.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator - Topic\n  album: Sarah\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I like my girls skinny with brains)\n  start_ms: 2600\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: (I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 6480\n- text: (I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n  start_ms: 6480\n  end_ms: 8620\n- text: (And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n  start_ms: 8620\n  end_ms: 11470\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11470\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 16850\n- text: So I went down south but I ended up north\n  start_ms: 16850\n  end_ms: 19350\n- text: Up top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\n  start_ms: 19350\n  end_ms: 22050\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22050\n  end_ms: 24770\n- text: You're so right, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24770\n  end_ms: 27070\n- text: I'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n  start_ms: 27070\n  end_ms: 29740\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n  start_ms: 29740\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Yeah, making niggas sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35170\n- text: You make a nigga night turn day\n  start_ms: 35170\n  end_ms: 37080\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\n  start_ms: 37080\n  end_ms: 39930\n- text: Sucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n  start_ms: 39930\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: I want to eat you out like Jell-O\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and a cello\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: And tell your momma I said hello\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49920\n- text: You want to go to prom?\n  start_ms: 49920\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: (Nigga, hell no!)\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 52220\n- text: Fuck, shit!\n  start_ms: 52220\n  end_ms: 54060\n- text: And another one\n  start_ms: 54060\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: There goes another one\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 63270\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 63270\n  end_ms: 65130\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 65130\n  end_ms: 67960\n- text: Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n  start_ms: 67960\n  end_ms: 70160\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 70160\n  end_ms: 73510\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 73510\n  end_ms: 75190\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 75190\n  end_ms: 78230\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss\n  start_ms: 78230\n  end_ms: 80330\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 80330\n  end_ms: 83270\n- text: Maybe? 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We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n  (Blaow!)\n"},{"id":38384709,"name":"Sarah.","trackName":"Sarah.","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Dinosaur","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went down south but I ended up north\nUptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)\nFuck (shit) and another one, there goes another one\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nAnd maybe cupid won't miss\n\nMaybe? (no) maybe? (Sorry) maybe? (I got a date) maybe (where's your dad?)\n\nI like her l-i-k-e, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of x's and o's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n\nTyler, what you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh umm\nYou gon' fuckin' love me bitch\nUhh\nOr I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake how we eat and your toes\nCause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-o-l laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, (help me! Help me!) Sarah\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nAnd maybe cupid won't miss\n\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'm a just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me? What did you want from me?\n(Police) I gave you everything\n(Police) My lady\nI guess I wasn't the one (this is the police)\nShit (open the door), I don't give a fuck (goddamnit, you're surrounded)\nI don't give one (motherfucker, open up or I'm gonna barge in right now, I swear)\nFuck it (blaw)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah.\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Dinosaur\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went down south but I ended up north\n  Uptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)\n  Fuck (shit) and another one, there goes another one\n\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  And maybe cupid won't miss\n\n  Maybe? (no) maybe? (Sorry) maybe? (I got a date) maybe (where's your dad?)\n\n  I like her l-i-k-e, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of x's and o's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n\n  Tyler, what you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh umm\n  You gon' fuckin' love me bitch\n  Uhh\n  Or I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake how we eat and your toes\n  Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-o-l laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, (help me! Help me!) Sarah\n\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  And maybe cupid won't miss\n\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'm a just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me? What did you want from me?\n  (Police) I gave you everything\n  (Police) My lady\n  I guess I wasn't the one (this is the police)\n  Shit (open the door), I don't give a fuck (goddamnit, you're surrounded)\n  I don't give one (motherfucker, open up or I'm gonna barge in right now, I swear)\n  Fuck it (blaw)\n"},{"id":733376,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Bastard","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went down south but I ended up north\nUptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)\nFuck (shit) and another one, there goes another one\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nAnd maybe cupid won't miss\n\nMaybe? (no) maybe? (Sorry) maybe? (I got a date) maybe (where's your dad?)\n\nI like her l-i-k-e, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of x's and o's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n\nTyler, what you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh umm\nYou gon' fuckin' love me bitch\nUhh\nOr I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake how we eat and your toes\nCause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-o-l laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, (help me! Help me!) Sarah\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nAnd maybe cupid won't miss\n\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'm a just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me? What did you want from me?\n(Police) I gave you everything\n(Police) My lady\nI guess I wasn't the one (this is the police)\nShit (open the door), I don't give a fuck (goddamnit, you're surrounded)\nI don't give one (motherfucker, open up or I'm gonna barge in right now, I swear)\nFuck it (blaw)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.60] (I like my girls skinny with brains)\n[00:04.57] (I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n[00:06.48] (I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n[00:08.62] (And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n[00:11.47] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.60] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.85] So I went down south but I ended up north\n[00:19.35] Up top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\n[00:22.05] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.77] You're so right, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.07] I'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n[00:29.74] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n[00:32.48] Yeah, making niggas sing songs nice\n[00:35.17] You make a nigga night turn day\n[00:37.08] And you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\n[00:39.93] Sucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n[00:42.33] I want to eat you out like Jell-O\n[00:44.88] And mess with your body like the bass and a cello\n[00:47.96] And tell your momma I said hello\n[00:49.92] You want to go to prom?\n[00:51.17] (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.22] Fuck, shit!\n[00:54.06] And another one\n[00:56.40] There goes another one\n[01:03.27] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.13] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:07.96] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[01:10.16] (Blaow!)\n[01:13.51] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.19] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:18.23] Well maybe Cupid won't miss\n[01:20.33] (Blaow!)\n[01:23.27] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.43] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:27.93] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.45] Maybe? (How's your dad?)\n[01:33.33] I like her L-I-K-E\n[01:35.29] The only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.49] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X and O\n[01:43.19] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.56] Keep her there so nobody could wonder where her face went\n[01:48.16] (Tyler, what are you doing?) Shut the fuck up!\n[01:51.03] You gon', you gon' fucking love me, bitch!\n[01:55.14] I will fucking put this fucking gun in your fucking head!\n[01:58.74] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.42] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.77] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.28] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.70] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.64] You could be a gold-digger, you ain't gotta love me\n[02:13.11] I'm serious (I love you), I don't ask for much\n[02:15.78] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (someone help me)\n[02:18.76] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:21.17] I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.27] And truthfully, girl, you really make my day\n[02:25.74] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:29.00] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:31.03] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes are metal bags, it's attractive\n[02:34.70] LOL laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting\n[02:39.42] And I want your cinema hole\n[02:41.43] Have our kids play supporting roles\n[02:44.74] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch, it's gold\n[02:49.94] And I was in love, I would never get over you (someone help me, help me)\n[02:56.51] Ever, Sarah\n[02:59.46] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.48] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.06] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[03:06.49] (Blaow!)\n[03:07.97] (Maybe)\n[03:09.65] Another love song about shit\n[03:11.58] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.44] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[03:16.42] (Blaow!)\n[03:20.02] You're my lady\n[03:22.18] You taste so good\n[03:25.97] You're my lady\n[03:36.64] (Blaow)\n[03:39.06] I love you, Sarah\n[03:44.65] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.54] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breasts\n[03:49.50] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.46] Now you probably wishing that you would've said yes\n[03:54.51] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.47] But fucked up is how I've been lately\n[03:59.33] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.58] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.71] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.54] Now you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all bloody\n[04:09.02] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all gummy\n[04:11.31] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.56] What did you want from me?\n[04:18.06] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.85] (Police) I gave you everything!\n[04:27.51] (Police!)\n[04:29.87] I gues I wasn't the one\n[04:32.92] (This is the police, open up the door)\n[04:36.39] I don't know, I don't know (open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n[04:40.23] (Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n[04:44.13] (Blaow!)\n[04:45.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Bastard\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I like my girls skinny with brains)\n  start_ms: 2600\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: (I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 6480\n- text: (I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n  start_ms: 6480\n  end_ms: 8620\n- text: (And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n  start_ms: 8620\n  end_ms: 11470\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11470\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 16850\n- text: So I went down south but I ended up north\n  start_ms: 16850\n  end_ms: 19350\n- text: Up top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\n  start_ms: 19350\n  end_ms: 22050\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22050\n  end_ms: 24770\n- text: You're so right, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24770\n  end_ms: 27070\n- text: I'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n  start_ms: 27070\n  end_ms: 29740\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n  start_ms: 29740\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Yeah, making niggas sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35170\n- text: You make a nigga night turn day\n  start_ms: 35170\n  end_ms: 37080\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\n  start_ms: 37080\n  end_ms: 39930\n- text: Sucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n  start_ms: 39930\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: I want to eat you out like Jell-O\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and a cello\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: And tell your momma I said hello\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49920\n- text: You want to go to prom?\n  start_ms: 49920\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: (Nigga, hell no!)\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 52220\n- text: Fuck, shit!\n  start_ms: 52220\n  end_ms: 54060\n- text: And another one\n  start_ms: 54060\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: There goes another one\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 63270\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 63270\n  end_ms: 65130\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 65130\n  end_ms: 67960\n- text: Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n  start_ms: 67960\n  end_ms: 70160\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 70160\n  end_ms: 73510\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 73510\n  end_ms: 75190\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 75190\n  end_ms: 78230\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss\n  start_ms: 78230\n  end_ms: 80330\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 80330\n  end_ms: 83270\n- text: Maybe? 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Maybe\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 236470\n- text: But fucked up is how I've been lately\n  start_ms: 236470\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  start_ms: 239330\n  end_ms: 241580\n- text: Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  start_ms: 241580\n  end_ms: 244710\n- text: Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  start_ms: 244710\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: Now you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all bloody\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249020\n- text: And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all gummy\n  start_ms: 249020\n  end_ms: 251310\n- text: Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  start_ms: 251310\n  end_ms: 255560\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 255560\n  end_ms: 258060\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 258060\n  end_ms: 263850\n- text: (Police) I gave you everything!\n  start_ms: 263850\n  end_ms: 267510\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 267510\n  end_ms: 269870\n- text: I gues I wasn't the one\n  start_ms: 269870\n  end_ms: 272920\n- text: (This is the police, open up the door)\n  start_ms: 272920\n  end_ms: 276390\n- text: I don't know, I don't know (open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n  start_ms: 276390\n  end_ms: 280230\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n  start_ms: 280230\n  end_ms: 284130\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 284130\n  end_ms: 285580\nplain: |-\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went down south but I ended up north\n  Uptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)\n  Fuck (shit) and another one, there goes another one\n\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  And maybe cupid won't miss\n\n  Maybe? (no) maybe? (Sorry) maybe? (I got a date) maybe (where's your dad?)\n\n  I like her l-i-k-e, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of x's and o's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n\n  Tyler, what you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh umm\n  You gon' fuckin' love me bitch\n  Uhh\n  Or I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake how we eat and your toes\n  Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-o-l laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, (help me! Help me!) Sarah\n\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  And maybe cupid won't miss\n\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'm a just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me? What did you want from me?\n  (Police) I gave you everything\n  (Police) My lady\n  I guess I wasn't the one (this is the police)\n  Shit (open the door), I don't give a fuck (goddamnit, you're surrounded)\n  I don't give one (motherfucker, open up or I'm gonna barge in right now, I swear)\n  Fuck it (blaw)\n"},{"id":19896320,"name":"Sarah.","trackName":"Sarah.","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Dinosaur","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with Lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went Down South but I ended up North\nUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (Where's your dad?)\nI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\nTyler, what are you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh-umm…\nShut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\nUhh…\nOr I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\nMmph!\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n(Maybe) Another love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nYou're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\nYou're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\nYou'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\nI love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n(Police!)\nI gave you everything\n(Police!)\nBut, I guess I wasn't the one\n(This is the police! Open the door!)\nI don't know, I don't know\n(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in!)\nFuck it, Blaow!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I like my girls skinny with brains\n[00:04.44] I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n[00:06.39] I like my friends imaginary with no names\n[00:08.66] And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n[00:11.43] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.62] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.96] So I went Down South but I ended up North\n[00:19.51] Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n[00:22.14] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.70] You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.26] I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n[00:29.84] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n[00:33.29] You make a nigga sing songs nice\n[00:35.10] You make a nigga's night turn day\n[00:37.48] And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n[00:39.74] It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n[00:42.79] I want to eat you out like jello\n[00:44.98] And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n[00:47.53] And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.09] Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n[01:03.18] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.15] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:08.22] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:13.35] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.26] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:17.82] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:22.49] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.50] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:28.05] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.54] Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n[01:33.22] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.00] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n[01:43.01] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.66] Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n[01:48.32] Tyler, what are you doing?\n[01:49.32] Shut the fuck up!\n[01:50.37] Uh-umm…\n[01:51.30] Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n[01:53.30] Uhh…\n[01:55.36] Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n[01:57.67] Mmph!\n[01:58.78] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.30] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.69] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.35] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.73] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.58] You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n[02:13.38] I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n[02:15.77] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n[02:18.69] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:20.97] I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.36] And truthfully girl you really make my day\n[02:25.78] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:28.27] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:30.81] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n[02:35.08] L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n[02:38.71] And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n[02:45.39] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n[02:49.25] And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n[02:59.83] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.39] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.46] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:06.39] (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n[03:11.30] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.55] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:20.66] You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n[03:26.70] You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n[03:30.68] You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n[03:38.14] I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n[03:42.19] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.77] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n[03:49.63] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.78] Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n[03:54.64] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.21] But fucked up is how I been lately\n[03:59.15] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.79] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.72] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.64] Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n[04:08.93] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n[04:11.54] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.34] What did you want from me?\n[04:17.91] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.69] (Police!)\n[04:25.47] I gave you everything\n[04:27.65] (Police!)\n[04:29.38] But, I guess I wasn't the one\n[04:33.18] (This is the police! Open the door!)\n[04:36.45] I don't know, I don't know\n[04:37.86] (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n[04:39.59] (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n[04:42.08] Fuck it, Blaow!\n[04:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah.\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Dinosaur\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I like my girls skinny with brains\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4440\n- text: I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  start_ms: 4440\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11430\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11430\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 24700\n- text: You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24700\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29840\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  start_ms: 29840\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35100\n- text: You make a nigga's night turn day\n  start_ms: 35100\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 42790\n- text: I want to eat you out like jello\n  start_ms: 42790\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 52090\n- text: Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  start_ms: 52090\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65150\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 65150\n  end_ms: 68220\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 68220\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 75260\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 75260\n  end_ms: 77820\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 77820\n  end_ms: 82490\n- text: Maybe? (No)\n  start_ms: 82490\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 88050\n- text: Maybe? (I got a date)\n  start_ms: 88050\n  end_ms: 90540\n- text: Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  start_ms: 90540\n  end_ms: 93220\n- text: I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 93220\n  end_ms: 98000\n- text: But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  start_ms: 98000\n  end_ms: 103010\n- text: I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  start_ms: 103010\n  end_ms: 105660\n- text: Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  start_ms: 105660\n  end_ms: 108320\n- text: Tyler, what are you doing?\n  start_ms: 108320\n  end_ms: 109320\n- text: Shut the fuck up!\n  start_ms: 109320\n  end_ms: 110370\n- text: Uh-umm…\n  start_ms: 110370\n  end_ms: 111300\n- text: Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  start_ms: 111300\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: Uhh…\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 115360\n- text: Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  start_ms: 115360\n  end_ms: 117670\n- text: Mmph!\n  start_ms: 117670\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 121300\n- text: In private, not public in the streets\n  start_ms: 121300\n  end_ms: 123690\n- text: And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  start_ms: 123690\n  end_ms: 126350\n- text: '''Cause I got a big fetish with the feet'\n  start_ms: 126350\n  end_ms: 128730\n- text: I just want somebody I can see\n  start_ms: 128730\n  end_ms: 130580\n- text: You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  start_ms: 130580\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 135770\n- text: Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  start_ms: 135770\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140970\n- text: I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  start_ms: 140970\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 145780\n- text: I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  start_ms: 145780\n  end_ms: 148270\n- text: And I can't even look the other way\n  start_ms: 148270\n  end_ms: 150810\n- text: Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  start_ms: 150810\n  end_ms: 155080\n- text: L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  start_ms: 155080\n  end_ms: 158710\n- text: And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  start_ms: 158710\n  end_ms: 165390\n- text: Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  start_ms: 165390\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 179830\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 179830\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184460\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 184460\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 191300\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 191300\n  end_ms: 194550\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 194550\n  end_ms: 200660\n- text: You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 200660\n  end_ms: 206700\n- text: You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 206700\n  end_ms: 210680\n- text: You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  start_ms: 210680\n  end_ms: 218140\n- text: I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  start_ms: 218140\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Half your body laying on my chest\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 226770\n- text: The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  start_ms: 226770\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: And I'ma just take another guess\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231780\n- text: Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  start_ms: 231780\n  end_ms: 234640\n- text: Am I crazy? Maybe\n  start_ms: 234640\n  end_ms: 236210\n- text: But fucked up is how I been lately\n  start_ms: 236210\n  end_ms: 239150\n- text: Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  start_ms: 239150\n  end_ms: 241790\n- text: Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  start_ms: 241790\n  end_ms: 244720\n- text: Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  start_ms: 244720\n  end_ms: 246640\n- text: Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  start_ms: 246640\n  end_ms: 248930\n- text: And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  start_ms: 248930\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 255340\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 255340\n  end_ms: 257910\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 257910\n  end_ms: 263690\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 263690\n  end_ms: 265470\n- text: I gave you everything\n  start_ms: 265470\n  end_ms: 267650\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 267650\n  end_ms: 269380\n- text: But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  start_ms: 269380\n  end_ms: 273180\n- text: (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  start_ms: 273180\n  end_ms: 276450\n- text: I don't know, I don't know\n  start_ms: 276450\n  end_ms: 277860\n- text: (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 277860\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 282080\n- text: Fuck it, Blaow!\n  start_ms: 282080\n  end_ms: 286600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286600\nplain: |\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Maybe? (No)\n  Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  Maybe? (I got a date)\n  Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  Tyler, what are you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh-umm…\n  Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  Uhh…\n  Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  Mmph!\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'ma just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe\n  But fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  (Police!)\n  I gave you everything\n  (Police!)\n  But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  I don't know, I don't know\n  (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  Fuck it, Blaow!\n"},{"id":19021377,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler the Creator","albumName":"4:47","duration":286.48,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with Lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went Down South but I ended up North\nUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (Where's your dad?)\nI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\nTyler, what are you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh-umm…\nShut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\nUhh…\nOr I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\nMmph!\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n(Maybe) Another love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nYou're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\nYou're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\nYou'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\nI love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n(Police!)\nI gave you everything\n(Police!)\nBut, I guess I wasn't the one\n(This is the police! Open the door!)\nI don't know, I don't know\n(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in!)\nFuck it, Blaow!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I like my girls skinny with brains\n[00:04.44] I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n[00:06.39] I like my friends imaginary with no names\n[00:08.66] And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n[00:11.43] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.62] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.96] So I went Down South but I ended up North\n[00:19.51] Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n[00:22.14] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.70] You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.26] I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n[00:29.84] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n[00:33.29] You make a nigga sing songs nice\n[00:35.10] You make a nigga's night turn day\n[00:37.48] And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n[00:39.74] It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n[00:42.79] I want to eat you out like jello\n[00:44.98] And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n[00:47.53] And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.09] Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n[01:03.18] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.15] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:08.22] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:13.35] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.26] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:17.82] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:22.49] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.50] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:28.05] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.54] Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n[01:33.22] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.00] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n[01:43.01] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.66] Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n[01:48.32] Tyler, what are you doing?\n[01:49.32] Shut the fuck up!\n[01:50.37] Uh-umm…\n[01:51.30] Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n[01:53.30] Uhh…\n[01:55.36] Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n[01:57.67] Mmph!\n[01:58.78] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.30] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.69] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.35] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.73] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.58] You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n[02:13.38] I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n[02:15.77] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n[02:18.69] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:20.97] I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.36] And truthfully girl you really make my day\n[02:25.78] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:28.27] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:30.81] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n[02:35.08] L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n[02:38.71] And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n[02:45.39] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n[02:49.25] And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n[02:59.83] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.39] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.46] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:06.39] (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n[03:11.30] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.55] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:20.66] You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n[03:26.70] You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n[03:30.68] You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n[03:38.14] I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n[03:42.19] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.77] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n[03:49.63] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.78] Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n[03:54.64] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.21] But fucked up is how I been lately\n[03:59.15] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.79] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.72] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.64] Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n[04:08.93] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n[04:11.54] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.34] What did you want from me?\n[04:17.91] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.69] (Police!)\n[04:25.47] I gave you everything\n[04:27.65] (Police!)\n[04:29.38] But, I guess I wasn't the one\n[04:33.18] (This is the police! Open the door!)\n[04:36.45] I don't know, I don't know\n[04:37.86] (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n[04:39.59] (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n[04:42.08] Fuck it, Blaow!\n[04:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler the Creator\n  album: 4:47\n  duration_ms: 286480\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I like my girls skinny with brains\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4440\n- text: I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  start_ms: 4440\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11430\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11430\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 24700\n- text: You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24700\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29840\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  start_ms: 29840\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35100\n- text: You make a nigga's night turn day\n  start_ms: 35100\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 42790\n- text: I want to eat you out like jello\n  start_ms: 42790\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 52090\n- text: Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  start_ms: 52090\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65150\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 65150\n  end_ms: 68220\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 68220\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 75260\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 75260\n  end_ms: 77820\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 77820\n  end_ms: 82490\n- text: Maybe? (No)\n  start_ms: 82490\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 88050\n- text: Maybe? (I got a date)\n  start_ms: 88050\n  end_ms: 90540\n- text: Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  start_ms: 90540\n  end_ms: 93220\n- text: I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 93220\n  end_ms: 98000\n- text: But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  start_ms: 98000\n  end_ms: 103010\n- text: I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  start_ms: 103010\n  end_ms: 105660\n- text: Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  start_ms: 105660\n  end_ms: 108320\n- text: Tyler, what are you doing?\n  start_ms: 108320\n  end_ms: 109320\n- text: Shut the fuck up!\n  start_ms: 109320\n  end_ms: 110370\n- text: Uh-umm…\n  start_ms: 110370\n  end_ms: 111300\n- text: Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  start_ms: 111300\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: Uhh…\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 115360\n- text: Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  start_ms: 115360\n  end_ms: 117670\n- text: Mmph!\n  start_ms: 117670\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 121300\n- text: In private, not public in the streets\n  start_ms: 121300\n  end_ms: 123690\n- text: And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  start_ms: 123690\n  end_ms: 126350\n- text: '''Cause I got a big fetish with the feet'\n  start_ms: 126350\n  end_ms: 128730\n- text: I just want somebody I can see\n  start_ms: 128730\n  end_ms: 130580\n- text: You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  start_ms: 130580\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 135770\n- text: Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  start_ms: 135770\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140970\n- text: I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  start_ms: 140970\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 145780\n- text: I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  start_ms: 145780\n  end_ms: 148270\n- text: And I can't even look the other way\n  start_ms: 148270\n  end_ms: 150810\n- text: Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  start_ms: 150810\n  end_ms: 155080\n- text: L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  start_ms: 155080\n  end_ms: 158710\n- text: And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  start_ms: 158710\n  end_ms: 165390\n- text: Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  start_ms: 165390\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 179830\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 179830\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184460\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 184460\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 191300\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 191300\n  end_ms: 194550\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 194550\n  end_ms: 200660\n- text: You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 200660\n  end_ms: 206700\n- text: You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 206700\n  end_ms: 210680\n- text: You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  start_ms: 210680\n  end_ms: 218140\n- text: I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  start_ms: 218140\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Half your body laying on my chest\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 226770\n- text: The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  start_ms: 226770\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: And I'ma just take another guess\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231780\n- text: Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  start_ms: 231780\n  end_ms: 234640\n- text: Am I crazy? Maybe\n  start_ms: 234640\n  end_ms: 236210\n- text: But fucked up is how I been lately\n  start_ms: 236210\n  end_ms: 239150\n- text: Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  start_ms: 239150\n  end_ms: 241790\n- text: Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  start_ms: 241790\n  end_ms: 244720\n- text: Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  start_ms: 244720\n  end_ms: 246640\n- text: Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  start_ms: 246640\n  end_ms: 248930\n- text: And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  start_ms: 248930\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 255340\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 255340\n  end_ms: 257910\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 257910\n  end_ms: 263690\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 263690\n  end_ms: 265470\n- text: I gave you everything\n  start_ms: 265470\n  end_ms: 267650\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 267650\n  end_ms: 269380\n- text: But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  start_ms: 269380\n  end_ms: 273180\n- text: (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  start_ms: 273180\n  end_ms: 276450\n- text: I don't know, I don't know\n  start_ms: 276450\n  end_ms: 277860\n- text: (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 277860\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 282080\n- text: Fuck it, Blaow!\n  start_ms: 282080\n  end_ms: 286600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286600\nplain: |\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Maybe? (No)\n  Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  Maybe? (I got a date)\n  Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  Tyler, what are you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh-umm…\n  Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  Uhh…\n  Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  Mmph!\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'ma just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe\n  But fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  (Police!)\n  I gave you everything\n  (Police!)\n  But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  I don't know, I don't know\n  (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  Fuck it, Blaow!\n"},{"id":18789942,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Bastard [EARMILK.COM]","duration":286.541714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with Lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went Down South but I ended up North\nUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (Where's your dad?)\nI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\nTyler, what are you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh-umm…\nShut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\nUhh…\nOr I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\nMmph!\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n(Maybe) Another love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nYou're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\nYou're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\nYou'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\nI love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n(Police!)\nI gave you everything\n(Police!)\nBut, I guess I wasn't the one\n(This is the police! Open the door!)\nI don't know, I don't know\n(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in!)\nFuck it, Blaow!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I like my girls skinny with brains\n[00:04.44] I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n[00:06.39] I like my friends imaginary with no names\n[00:08.66] And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n[00:11.43] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.62] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.96] So I went Down South but I ended up North\n[00:19.51] Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n[00:22.14] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.70] You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.26] I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n[00:29.84] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n[00:33.29] You make a nigga sing songs nice\n[00:35.10] You make a nigga's night turn day\n[00:37.48] And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n[00:39.74] It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n[00:42.79] I want to eat you out like jello\n[00:44.98] And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n[00:47.53] And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.09] Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n[01:03.18] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.15] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:08.22] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:13.35] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.26] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:17.82] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:22.49] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.50] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:28.05] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.54] Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n[01:33.22] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.00] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n[01:43.01] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.66] Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n[01:48.32] Tyler, what are you doing?\n[01:49.32] Shut the fuck up!\n[01:50.37] Uh-umm…\n[01:51.30] Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n[01:53.30] Uhh…\n[01:55.36] Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n[01:57.67] Mmph!\n[01:58.78] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.30] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.69] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.35] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.73] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.58] You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n[02:13.38] I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n[02:15.77] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n[02:18.69] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:20.97] I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.36] And truthfully girl you really make my day\n[02:25.78] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:28.27] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:30.81] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n[02:35.08] L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n[02:38.71] And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n[02:45.39] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n[02:49.25] And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n[02:59.83] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.39] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.46] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:06.39] (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n[03:11.30] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.55] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:20.66] You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n[03:26.70] You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n[03:30.68] You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n[03:38.14] I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n[03:42.19] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.77] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n[03:49.63] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.78] Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n[03:54.64] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.21] But fucked up is how I been lately\n[03:59.15] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.79] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.72] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.64] Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n[04:08.93] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n[04:11.54] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.34] What did you want from me?\n[04:17.91] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.69] (Police!)\n[04:25.47] I gave you everything\n[04:27.65] (Police!)\n[04:29.38] But, I guess I wasn't the one\n[04:33.18] (This is the police! Open the door!)\n[04:36.45] I don't know, I don't know\n[04:37.86] (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n[04:39.59] (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n[04:42.08] Fuck it, Blaow!\n[04:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Bastard [EARMILK.COM]\n  duration_ms: 286542\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I like my girls skinny with brains\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4440\n- text: I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  start_ms: 4440\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11430\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11430\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 24700\n- text: You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24700\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29840\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  start_ms: 29840\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35100\n- text: You make a nigga's night turn day\n  start_ms: 35100\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 42790\n- text: I want to eat you out like jello\n  start_ms: 42790\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? 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Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 179830\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 179830\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184460\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 184460\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 191300\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 191300\n  end_ms: 194550\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 194550\n  end_ms: 200660\n- text: You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 200660\n  end_ms: 206700\n- text: You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 206700\n  end_ms: 210680\n- text: You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  start_ms: 210680\n  end_ms: 218140\n- text: I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  start_ms: 218140\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Half your body laying on my chest\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 226770\n- text: The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  start_ms: 226770\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: And I'ma just take another guess\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231780\n- text: Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  start_ms: 231780\n  end_ms: 234640\n- text: Am I crazy? 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Open the door!)\n  start_ms: 273180\n  end_ms: 276450\n- text: I don't know, I don't know\n  start_ms: 276450\n  end_ms: 277860\n- text: (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 277860\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 282080\n- text: Fuck it, Blaow!\n  start_ms: 282080\n  end_ms: 286600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286600\nplain: |\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Maybe? (No)\n  Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  Maybe? (I got a date)\n  Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  Tyler, what are you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh-umm…\n  Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  Uhh…\n  Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  Mmph!\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'ma just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe\n  But fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  (Police!)\n  I gave you everything\n  (Police!)\n  But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  I don't know, I don't know\n  (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  Fuck it, Blaow!\n"},{"id":36358284,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"IGOR","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with Lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went Down South but I ended up North\nUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (Where's your dad?)\nI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\nTyler, what are you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh-umm…\nShut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\nUhh…\nOr I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\nMmph!\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n(Maybe) Another love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nYou're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\nYou're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\nYou'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\nI love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n(Police!)\nI gave you everything\n(Police!)\nBut, I guess I wasn't the one\n(This is the police! Open the door!)\nI don't know, I don't know\n(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in!)\nFuck it, Blaow!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I like my girls skinny with brains\n[00:04.44] I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n[00:06.39] I like my friends imaginary with no names\n[00:08.66] And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n[00:11.43] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.62] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.96] So I went Down South but I ended up North\n[00:19.51] Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n[00:22.14] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.70] You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.26] I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n[00:29.84] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n[00:33.29] You make a nigga sing songs nice\n[00:35.10] You make a nigga's night turn day\n[00:37.48] And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n[00:39.74] It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n[00:42.79] I want to eat you out like jello\n[00:44.98] And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n[00:47.53] And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.09] Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n[01:03.18] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.15] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:08.22] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:13.35] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.26] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:17.82] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:22.49] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.50] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:28.05] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.54] Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n[01:33.22] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.00] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n[01:43.01] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.66] Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n[01:48.32] Tyler, what are you doing?\n[01:49.32] Shut the fuck up!\n[01:50.37] Uh-umm…\n[01:51.30] Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n[01:53.30] Uhh…\n[01:55.36] Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n[01:57.67] Mmph!\n[01:58.78] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.30] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.69] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.35] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.73] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.58] You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n[02:13.38] I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n[02:15.77] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n[02:18.69] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:20.97] I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.36] And truthfully girl you really make my day\n[02:25.78] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:28.27] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:30.81] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n[02:35.08] L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n[02:38.71] And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n[02:45.39] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n[02:49.25] And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n[02:59.83] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.39] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.46] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:06.39] (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n[03:11.30] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.55] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:20.66] You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n[03:26.70] You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n[03:30.68] You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n[03:38.14] I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n[03:42.19] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.77] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n[03:49.63] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.78] Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n[03:54.64] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.21] But fucked up is how I been lately\n[03:59.15] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.79] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.72] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.64] Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n[04:08.93] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n[04:11.54] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.34] What did you want from me?\n[04:17.91] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.69] (Police!)\n[04:25.47] I gave you everything\n[04:27.65] (Police!)\n[04:29.38] But, I guess I wasn't the one\n[04:33.18] (This is the police! Open the door!)\n[04:36.45] I don't know, I don't know\n[04:37.86] (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n[04:39.59] (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n[04:42.08] Fuck it, Blaow!\n[04:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: IGOR\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I like my girls skinny with brains\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4440\n- text: I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  start_ms: 4440\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11430\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11430\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 24700\n- text: You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24700\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29840\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  start_ms: 29840\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35100\n- text: You make a nigga's night turn day\n  start_ms: 35100\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 42790\n- text: I want to eat you out like jello\n  start_ms: 42790\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 52090\n- text: Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  start_ms: 52090\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65150\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 65150\n  end_ms: 68220\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 68220\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 75260\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 75260\n  end_ms: 77820\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 77820\n  end_ms: 82490\n- text: Maybe? (No)\n  start_ms: 82490\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 88050\n- text: Maybe? (I got a date)\n  start_ms: 88050\n  end_ms: 90540\n- text: Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  start_ms: 90540\n  end_ms: 93220\n- text: I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 93220\n  end_ms: 98000\n- text: But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  start_ms: 98000\n  end_ms: 103010\n- text: I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  start_ms: 103010\n  end_ms: 105660\n- text: Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  start_ms: 105660\n  end_ms: 108320\n- text: Tyler, what are you doing?\n  start_ms: 108320\n  end_ms: 109320\n- text: Shut the fuck up!\n  start_ms: 109320\n  end_ms: 110370\n- text: Uh-umm…\n  start_ms: 110370\n  end_ms: 111300\n- text: Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  start_ms: 111300\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: Uhh…\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 115360\n- text: Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  start_ms: 115360\n  end_ms: 117670\n- text: Mmph!\n  start_ms: 117670\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 121300\n- text: In private, not public in the streets\n  start_ms: 121300\n  end_ms: 123690\n- text: And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  start_ms: 123690\n  end_ms: 126350\n- text: '''Cause I got a big fetish with the feet'\n  start_ms: 126350\n  end_ms: 128730\n- text: I just want somebody I can see\n  start_ms: 128730\n  end_ms: 130580\n- text: You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  start_ms: 130580\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 135770\n- text: Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  start_ms: 135770\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140970\n- text: I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  start_ms: 140970\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 145780\n- text: I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  start_ms: 145780\n  end_ms: 148270\n- text: And I can't even look the other way\n  start_ms: 148270\n  end_ms: 150810\n- text: Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  start_ms: 150810\n  end_ms: 155080\n- text: L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  start_ms: 155080\n  end_ms: 158710\n- text: And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  start_ms: 158710\n  end_ms: 165390\n- text: Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  start_ms: 165390\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 179830\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 179830\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184460\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 184460\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 191300\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 191300\n  end_ms: 194550\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 194550\n  end_ms: 200660\n- text: You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 200660\n  end_ms: 206700\n- text: You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  start_ms: 206700\n  end_ms: 210680\n- text: You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  start_ms: 210680\n  end_ms: 218140\n- text: I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  start_ms: 218140\n  end_ms: 222190\n- text: Half your body laying on my chest\n  start_ms: 222190\n  end_ms: 226770\n- text: The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  start_ms: 226770\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: And I'ma just take another guess\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231780\n- text: Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  start_ms: 231780\n  end_ms: 234640\n- text: Am I crazy? Maybe\n  start_ms: 234640\n  end_ms: 236210\n- text: But fucked up is how I been lately\n  start_ms: 236210\n  end_ms: 239150\n- text: Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  start_ms: 239150\n  end_ms: 241790\n- text: Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  start_ms: 241790\n  end_ms: 244720\n- text: Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  start_ms: 244720\n  end_ms: 246640\n- text: Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  start_ms: 246640\n  end_ms: 248930\n- text: And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  start_ms: 248930\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 255340\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 255340\n  end_ms: 257910\n- text: What did you want from me?\n  start_ms: 257910\n  end_ms: 263690\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 263690\n  end_ms: 265470\n- text: I gave you everything\n  start_ms: 265470\n  end_ms: 267650\n- text: (Police!)\n  start_ms: 267650\n  end_ms: 269380\n- text: But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  start_ms: 269380\n  end_ms: 273180\n- text: (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  start_ms: 273180\n  end_ms: 276450\n- text: I don't know, I don't know\n  start_ms: 276450\n  end_ms: 277860\n- text: (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 277860\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 282080\n- text: Fuck it, Blaow!\n  start_ms: 282080\n  end_ms: 286600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286600\nplain: |\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Maybe? (No)\n  Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  Maybe? (I got a date)\n  Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  Tyler, what are you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh-umm…\n  Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  Uhh…\n  Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  Mmph!\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'ma just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe\n  But fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  (Police!)\n  I gave you everything\n  (Police!)\n  But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  I don't know, I don't know\n  (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  Fuck it, Blaow!\n"},{"id":34407407,"name":"Sarah","trackName":"Sarah","artistName":"Tyler The Creator","albumName":"BASTARD Chopped And Screwed","duration":372.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I like my girls skinny with brains\nI like my hoodies fucked with Lame\nI like my friends imaginary with no names\nAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went Down South but I ended up North\nUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so white, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\nYou make a nigga sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga's night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\nIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\nI want to eat you out like jello\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and the cello\nAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (Where's your dad?)\nI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\nTyler, what are you doing?\nShut the fuck up!\nUh-umm…\nShut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\nUhh…\nOr I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\nMmph!\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\nI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully girl you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\nL-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\nAnd I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\nAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n(Maybe) Another love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\nYou're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\nYou're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\nYou'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\nI love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would have said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n(Police!)\nI gave you everything\n(Police!)\nBut, I guess I wasn't the one\n(This is the police! Open the door!)\nI don't know, I don't know\n(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in!)\nFuck it, Blaow!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I like my girls skinny with brains\n[00:04.44] I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n[00:06.39] I like my friends imaginary with no names\n[00:08.66] And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n[00:11.43] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.62] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.96] So I went Down South but I ended up North\n[00:19.51] Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n[00:22.14] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.70] You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.26] I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n[00:29.84] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n[00:33.29] You make a nigga sing songs nice\n[00:35.10] You make a nigga's night turn day\n[00:37.48] And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n[00:39.74] It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n[00:42.79] I want to eat you out like jello\n[00:44.98] And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n[00:47.53] And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.09] Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n[01:03.18] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.15] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:08.22] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:13.35] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.26] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:17.82] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[01:22.49] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.50] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:28.05] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.54] Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n[01:33.22] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.00] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n[01:43.01] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.66] Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n[01:48.32] Tyler, what are you doing?\n[01:49.32] Shut the fuck up!\n[01:50.37] Uh-umm…\n[01:51.30] Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n[01:53.30] Uhh…\n[01:55.36] Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n[01:57.67] Mmph!\n[01:58.78] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.30] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.69] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.35] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.73] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.58] You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n[02:13.38] I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n[02:15.77] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n[02:18.69] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:20.97] I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.36] And truthfully girl you really make my day\n[02:25.78] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:28.27] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:30.81] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n[02:35.08] L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n[02:38.71] And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n[02:45.39] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n[02:49.25] And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n[02:59.83] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.39] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.46] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:06.39] (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n[03:11.30] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.55] Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n[03:20.66] You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n[03:26.70] You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n[03:30.68] You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n[03:38.14] I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n[03:42.19] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.77] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n[03:49.63] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.78] Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n[03:54.64] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.21] But fucked up is how I been lately\n[03:59.15] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.79] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.72] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.64] Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n[04:08.93] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n[04:11.54] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.34] What did you want from me?\n[04:17.91] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.69] (Police!)\n[04:25.47] I gave you everything\n[04:27.65] (Police!)\n[04:29.38] But, I guess I wasn't the one\n[04:33.18] (This is the police! Open the door!)\n[04:36.45] I don't know, I don't know\n[04:37.86] (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n[04:39.59] (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n[04:42.08] Fuck it, Blaow!\n[04:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sarah\n  artist: Tyler The Creator\n  album: BASTARD Chopped And Screwed\n  duration_ms: 372000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I like my girls skinny with brains\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4440\n- text: I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  start_ms: 4440\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11430\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11430\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 24700\n- text: You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24700\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29840\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  start_ms: 29840\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35100\n- text: You make a nigga's night turn day\n  start_ms: 35100\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 42790\n- text: I want to eat you out like jello\n  start_ms: 42790\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? 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We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 277860\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 282080\n- text: Fuck it, Blaow!\n  start_ms: 282080\n  end_ms: 286600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286600\nplain: |\n  I like my girls skinny with brains\n  I like my hoodies fucked with Lame\n  I like my friends imaginary with no names\n  And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame\n  Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  So I went Down South but I ended up North\n  Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch\n  And of course, my car's off course\n  You're so white, my blinkers don't work\n  I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you\n  Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)\n  You make a nigga sing songs nice\n  You make a nigga's night turn day\n  And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow\n  It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)\n  I want to eat you out like jello\n  And mess with your body like the bass and the cello\n  And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)\n  Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  Maybe? (No)\n  Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n  Maybe? (I got a date)\n  Maybe? (Where's your dad?)\n  I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me\n  But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's\n  I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n  Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went\n  Tyler, what are you doing?\n  Shut the fuck up!\n  Uh-umm…\n  Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch\n  Uhh…\n  Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head\n  Mmph!\n  But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n  In private, not public in the streets\n  And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n  'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n  I just want somebody I can see\n  You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me\n  I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much\n  Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)\n  Now this shit is turning to a habit\n  I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way\n  And truthfully girl you really make my day\n  I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n  And I can't even look the other way\n  Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive\n  L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'\n  And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role\n  Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold\n  And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah\n  Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  (Maybe) Another love song about shit\n  And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)\n  You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)\n  You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)\n  You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)\n  I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)\n  Half your body laying on my chest\n  The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast\n  And I'ma just take another guess\n  Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes\n  Am I crazy? Maybe\n  But fucked up is how I been lately\n  Shit, I don't give a fuck\n  Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n  Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n  Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody\n  And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy\n  Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  What did you want from me?\n  (Police!)\n  I gave you everything\n  (Police!)\n  But, I guess I wasn't the one\n  (This is the police! Open the door!)\n  I don't know, I don't know\n  (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)\n  (Open up or we'll barge right in!)\n  Fuck it, Blaow!\n"},{"id":34095450,"name":"12 - Sarah","trackName":"12 - Sarah","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Bastard","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I like my girls skinny with brains)\n(I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n(I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n(And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n\nAim, shoot, the gun of love, round\nTried to find ammo but it's none around town\nSo I went down south but I ended up north\nUp top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\nAnd of course, my car's off course\nYou're so right, my blinkers don't work\nI'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n\nMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorce\nYeah, making niggas sing songs nice\nYou make a nigga night turn day\nAnd you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\nSucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n\nI want to eat you out like Jell-O\nAnd mess with your body like the bass and a cello\nAnd tell your momma I said hello\nYou want to go to prom?\n(Nigga, hell no!)\nFuck, shit!\nAnd another one\nThere goes another one\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell, maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n\nMaybe? (No)\nMaybe? (I'm sorry)\nMaybe? (I got a date)\nMaybe? (How's your dad?)\n\nI like her L-I-K-E\nThe only difference is she won't fuck with me\nBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X and O\nI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\nKeep her there so nobody could wonder where her face went\n\n(Tyler, what are you doing?) Shut the fuck up!\nYou gon', you gon' fucking love me, bitch!\nI will fucking put this fucking gun in your fucking head!\n\nBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\nIn private, not public in the streets\nAnd your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\nI just want somebody I can see\nYou could be a gold-digger, you ain't gotta love me\nI'm serious (I love you), I don't ask for much\nYour heart literally is what I do want for lunch (someone help me)\n\nNow this shit is turning to a habit\nI'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way\nAnd truthfully, girl, you really make my day\nI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\nAnd I can't even look the other way\nYour aura is a magnet, my eyes are metal bags, it's attractive\nLOL laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting\n\nAnd I want your cinema hole\nHave our kids play supporting roles\nClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch, it's gold\nAnd I was in love, I would never get over you (someone help me, help me)\nEver, Sarah\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell, maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n(Maybe)\n\nAnother love song about shit\nAnd I'll be rich if I get another diss\nWell, maybe Cupid won't miss\n(Blaow!)\n\nYou're my lady\nYou taste so good\nYou're my lady\n(Blaow)\nI love you, Sarah\n\nHalf your body laying on my chest\nThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breasts\nAnd I'ma just take another guess\nNow you probably wishing that you would've said yes\nAm I crazy? Maybe\nBut fucked up is how I've been lately\nShit, I don't give a fuck\n\nYour family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\nBitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\nNow you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all bloody\nAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all gummy\nLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\nWhat did you want from me?\n\n(Police) I gave you everything!\n(Police!)\nI gues I wasn't the one\n(This is the police, open up the door)\nI don't know, I don't know (open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n(Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n(Blaow!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.60] (I like my girls skinny with brains)\n[00:04.57] (I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n[00:06.48] (I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n[00:08.62] (And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n[00:11.47] Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n[00:14.60] Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n[00:16.85] So I went down south but I ended up north\n[00:19.35] Up top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\n[00:22.05] And of course, my car's off course\n[00:24.77] You're so right, my blinkers don't work\n[00:27.07] I'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n[00:29.74] Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n[00:32.48] Yeah, making niggas sing songs nice\n[00:35.17] You make a nigga night turn day\n[00:37.08] And you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\n[00:39.93] Sucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n[00:42.33] I want to eat you out like Jell-O\n[00:44.88] And mess with your body like the bass and a cello\n[00:47.96] And tell your momma I said hello\n[00:49.92] You want to go to prom?\n[00:51.17] (Nigga, hell no!)\n[00:52.22] Fuck, shit!\n[00:54.06] And another one\n[00:56.40] There goes another one\n[01:03.27] Another love song about shit\n[01:05.13] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:07.96] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[01:10.16] (Blaow!)\n[01:13.51] Another love song about shit\n[01:15.19] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[01:18.23] Well maybe Cupid won't miss\n[01:20.33] (Blaow!)\n[01:23.27] Maybe? (No)\n[01:25.43] Maybe? (I'm sorry)\n[01:27.93] Maybe? (I got a date)\n[01:30.45] Maybe? (How's your dad?)\n[01:33.33] I like her L-I-K-E\n[01:35.29] The only difference is she won't fuck with me\n[01:38.49] But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X and O\n[01:43.19] I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement\n[01:45.56] Keep her there so nobody could wonder where her face went\n[01:48.16] (Tyler, what are you doing?) Shut the fuck up!\n[01:51.03] You gon', you gon' fucking love me, bitch!\n[01:55.14] I will fucking put this fucking gun in your fucking head!\n[01:58.74] But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek\n[02:01.42] In private, not public in the streets\n[02:03.77] And your cupcake I would eat and your toes\n[02:06.28] 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet\n[02:08.70] I just want somebody I can see\n[02:10.64] You could be a gold-digger, you ain't gotta love me\n[02:13.11] I'm serious (I love you), I don't ask for much\n[02:15.78] Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (someone help me)\n[02:18.76] Now this shit is turning to a habit\n[02:21.17] I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way\n[02:23.27] And truthfully, girl, you really make my day\n[02:25.74] I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay\n[02:29.00] And I can't even look the other way\n[02:31.03] Your aura is a magnet, my eyes are metal bags, it's attractive\n[02:34.70] LOL laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting\n[02:39.42] And I want your cinema hole\n[02:41.43] Have our kids play supporting roles\n[02:44.74] Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch, it's gold\n[02:49.94] And I was in love, I would never get over you (someone help me, help me)\n[02:56.51] Ever, Sarah\n[02:59.46] Another love song about shit\n[03:01.48] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:04.06] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[03:06.49] (Blaow!)\n[03:07.97] (Maybe)\n[03:09.65] Another love song about shit\n[03:11.58] And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n[03:14.44] Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n[03:16.42] (Blaow!)\n[03:20.02] You're my lady\n[03:22.18] You taste so good\n[03:25.97] You're my lady\n[03:36.64] (Blaow)\n[03:39.06] I love you, Sarah\n[03:44.65] Half your body laying on my chest\n[03:46.54] The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breasts\n[03:49.50] And I'ma just take another guess\n[03:51.46] Now you probably wishing that you would've said yes\n[03:54.51] Am I crazy? Maybe\n[03:56.47] But fucked up is how I've been lately\n[03:59.33] Shit, I don't give a fuck\n[04:01.58] Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck\n[04:04.71] Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy\n[04:06.54] Now you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all bloody\n[04:09.02] And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all gummy\n[04:11.31] Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?\n[04:15.56] What did you want from me?\n[04:18.06] What did you want from me?\n[04:23.85] (Police) I gave you everything!\n[04:27.51] (Police!)\n[04:29.87] I gues I wasn't the one\n[04:32.92] (This is the police, open up the door)\n[04:36.39] I don't know, I don't know (open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)\n[04:40.23] (Open up or we'll barge right in) fuck it\n[04:44.13] (Blaow!)\n[04:45.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12 - Sarah\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Bastard\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I like my girls skinny with brains)\n  start_ms: 2600\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: (I like my hoodies fucked with lanes)\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 6480\n- text: (I like my friends imaginary with no names)\n  start_ms: 6480\n  end_ms: 8620\n- text: (And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame)\n  start_ms: 8620\n  end_ms: 11470\n- text: Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round\n  start_ms: 11470\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Tried to find ammo but it's none around town\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 16850\n- text: So I went down south but I ended up north\n  start_ms: 16850\n  end_ms: 19350\n- text: Up top, sitting on cloud nine's white quartz\n  start_ms: 19350\n  end_ms: 22050\n- text: And of course, my car's off course\n  start_ms: 22050\n  end_ms: 24770\n- text: You're so right, my blinkers don't work\n  start_ms: 24770\n  end_ms: 27070\n- text: I'm trying to let the Force be with me, I get you\n  start_ms: 27070\n  end_ms: 29740\n- text: Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce\n  start_ms: 29740\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Yeah, making niggas sing songs nice\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 35170\n- text: You make a nigga night turn day\n  start_ms: 35170\n  end_ms: 37080\n- text: And you make the flowers sing say, turn gray, yellow\n  start_ms: 37080\n  end_ms: 39930\n- text: Sucked that I didn't get the chance to say hello\n  start_ms: 39930\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: I want to eat you out like Jell-O\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: And mess with your body like the bass and a cello\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: And tell your momma I said hello\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49920\n- text: You want to go to prom?\n  start_ms: 49920\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: (Nigga, hell no!)\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 52220\n- text: Fuck, shit!\n  start_ms: 52220\n  end_ms: 54060\n- text: And another one\n  start_ms: 54060\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: There goes another one\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 63270\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 63270\n  end_ms: 65130\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 65130\n  end_ms: 67960\n- text: Well, maybe Cupid won't miss\n  start_ms: 67960\n  end_ms: 70160\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 70160\n  end_ms: 73510\n- text: Another love song about shit\n  start_ms: 73510\n  end_ms: 75190\n- text: And I'll be rich if I get another diss\n  start_ms: 75190\n  end_ms: 78230\n- text: Well maybe Cupid won't miss\n  start_ms: 78230\n  end_ms: 80330\n- text: (Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 80330\n  end_ms: 83270\n- text: Maybe? 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