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I'm twenty-somethin'\nOK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one\nI wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun\nVenues are like pussy with me, \"Should he come?\"\nI'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips\nThen dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese\nA stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese\nNew 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees\nFuck critics (\"How's your dick?\") Shit, how's your knees?\nY'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee\nI came up with \"Rella\", ain't touch a bag of weed\nShit was doper than Whitney Houston's needs\nGolf Wang, that's the team to be, ay\nGetting T.U., O.F., indeed\nWe was missing Sweatshirt, like \"Where's the hooded sleeve?\"\nOkay, nevermind, we found him, yeah\n\nMe and Slater just hit a curb\nBunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\nMade a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\nShit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n\nGuess I win, checks started cashing in\nI stop rapping and start asking where my fucking passion is\nProbably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems\nShocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns\nI ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom\nThought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom\nNow; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche\nChips Ahoy, boy, listening to \"Cowboy\", ay!\nBoy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!\nAUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy\nY'all niggas played as a tot's toy\nHave a good day as I annoy, oi\n\nMe and Slater just hit a curb\nBunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\nMade a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\nShit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n\nCanons with panorama views\nMy shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas\nOr crackers in Alabama\nG-O-to-the-L-F, this OF\nI opened up a store so I don't stress\nBut nigga, I (what?) mosh in gardens\nJazz punk shit, playing chords\nMaking up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons\nAnd I keep shartin'\nHoodies with rectangles and different colors\nNiggers think I started kindergarten\n\nMy bitch is on my handle bars\nI, just, wanna, ride, my bike\nSlater, Slater, Slater, Slater\nMy bitch is on my handle bars\nHair blowing in the wind\nHer freckles look like candy bars\nHair blowing in the wind\nMy bitch is on my handle bars\nI, just, wanna, ride, my bike\nSlater, Slater, Slater, Slater\nMy bitch is on my handle bars (handle bars)\nHair blowing in the wind (ooohh)\nHer freckles look like candy bars (shit)\nMy cool summer never ends (cool)\nMy bitch is on my handle bars\nYeah (bars, bars)\nSlater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n\nOh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy, haha\nYou're talking to a fucking bike, loser\nHehe, oh fuck","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Me and Slater just hit a curb\n[00:03.16] Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)\n[00:06.50] Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n[00:09.78] Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n[00:12.63] Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who push a ton\n[00:15.46] Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums\n[00:18.66] Mama done made her one, um, a witty son\n[00:21.61] With no respect for women, so show me your titties hun (what?)\n[00:24.99] You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'\n[00:28.03] OK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one\n[00:30.82] I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun\n[00:33.87] Venues are like pussy with me, \"Should he come?\"\n[00:37.12] I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips\n[00:40.63] Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese\n[00:43.04] A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese\n[00:46.13] New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees\n[00:49.49] Fuck critics (\"How's your dick?\") Shit, how's your knees?\n[00:52.39] Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee\n[00:55.59] I came up with \"Rella\", ain't touch a bag of weed\n[00:58.56] Shit was doper than Whitney Houston's needs\n[01:02.06] Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ay\n[01:05.23] Getting T.U., O.F., indeed\n[01:07.75] We was missing Sweatshirt, like \"Where's the hooded sleeve?\"\n[01:10.84] Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah\n[01:14.02] Me and Slater just hit a curb\n[01:17.38] Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\n[01:20.28] Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n[01:23.20] Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n[01:26.34] Guess I win, checks started cashing in\n[01:29.20] I stop rapping and start asking where my fucking passion is\n[01:32.37] Probably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems\n[01:35.36] Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns\n[01:38.57] I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom\n[01:41.67] Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom\n[01:44.83] Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche\n[01:47.50] Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to \"Cowboy\", ay!\n[01:50.73] Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!\n[01:53.70] AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy\n[01:56.72] Y'all niggas played as a tot's toy\n[01:59.73] Have a good day as I annoy, oi\n[02:05.04] Me and Slater just hit a curb\n[02:06.64] Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\n[02:09.42] Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n[02:12.56] Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n[02:15.78] Canons with panorama views\n[02:17.66] My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas\n[02:20.09] Or crackers in Alabama\n[02:21.67] G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF\n[02:24.55] I opened up a store so I don't stress\n[02:26.68] But nigga, I (what?) mosh in gardens\n[02:29.64] Jazz punk shit, playing chords\n[02:31.72] Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons\n[02:33.82] And I keep shartin'\n[02:35.48] Hoodies with rectangles and different colors\n[02:38.07] Niggers think I started kindergarten\n[02:40.04] My bitch is on my handle bars\n[02:41.66] I, just, wanna, ride, my bike\n[02:50.15] Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n[02:52.44] My bitch is on my handle bars\n[02:54.10] Hair blowing in the wind\n[02:58.56] Her freckles look like candy bars\n[03:01.11] Hair blowing in the wind\n[03:04.37] My bitch is on my handle bars\n[03:07.13] I, just, wanna, ride, my bike\n[03:14.88] Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n[03:17.21] My bitch is on my handle bars (handle bars)\n[03:19.64] Hair blowing in the wind (ooohh)\n[03:23.32] Her freckles look like candy bars (shit)\n[03:26.11] My cool summer never ends (cool)\n[03:28.86] My bitch is on my handle bars\n[03:31.36] Yeah (bars, bars)\n[03:37.45] Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n[03:41.51] Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy, haha\n[03:46.97] You're talking to a fucking bike, loser\n[03:50.12] Hehe, oh fuck\n[03:52.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slater (feat. Frank Ocean)\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator feat. Frank Ocean\n  album: Wolf\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Me and Slater just hit a curb\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 3160\n- text: Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)\n  start_ms: 3160\n  end_ms: 6500\n- text: Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n  start_ms: 6500\n  end_ms: 9780\n- text: Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n  start_ms: 9780\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: Me? 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Mister cool guy, haha\n  You're talking to a fucking bike, loser\n  Hehe, oh fuck\n"},{"id":2965847,"name":"Slater (feat. Frank Ocean)","trackName":"Slater (feat. Frank Ocean)","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean","albumName":"Wolf","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Me and Slater just hit a curb\nBunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)\nMade a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\nShit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n\nMe? I'm from the slums, niggas who push a ton\nTon of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums\nMama done made her one, um, a witty son\nWith no respect for women, so show me your titties hun (what?)\nYou eighteen? Me? 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Tyler talking father problems\n  start_ms: 92680\n  end_ms: 95560\n- text: Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns\n  start_ms: 95560\n  end_ms: 99080\n- text: I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom\n  start_ms: 99080\n  end_ms: 102040\n- text: Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom\n  start_ms: 102040\n  end_ms: 105180\n- text: Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche\n  start_ms: 105180\n  end_ms: 107720\n- text: Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to \"Cowboy\", ay!\n  start_ms: 107720\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113960\n- text: AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy\n  start_ms: 113960\n  end_ms: 117010\n- text: Y'all niggas played as a tot's toy\n  start_ms: 117010\n  end_ms: 120150\n- text: Have a good day as I annoy, oi\n  start_ms: 120150\n  end_ms: 123550\n- text: Me and Slater just hit a curb\n  start_ms: 123550\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 129880\n- text: Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n  start_ms: 129880\n  end_ms: 132640\n- text: Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n  start_ms: 132640\n  end_ms: 135790\n- text: Canons with panorama views\n  start_ms: 135790\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140040\n- text: Or crackers in Alabama\n  start_ms: 140040\n  end_ms: 142080\n- text: G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF\n  start_ms: 142080\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: I opened up a store so I don't stress\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146930\n- text: But nigga, I (what?) mosh in gardens\n  start_ms: 146930\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: Jazz punk shit, playing chords\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 151780\n- text: Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons\n  start_ms: 151780\n  end_ms: 154550\n- text: And I keep shartin'\n  start_ms: 154550\n  end_ms: 156250\n- text: Hoodies with rectangles and different colors\n  start_ms: 156250\n  end_ms: 158170\n- text: Niggers think I started kindergarten\n  start_ms: 158170\n  end_ms: 159920\n- text: My bitch is on my handle bars\n  start_ms: 159920\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: I, just, wanna, ride, my bike\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 169710\n- text: Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n  start_ms: 169710\n  end_ms: 172240\n- text: My bitch is on my handle bars\n  start_ms: 172240\n  end_ms: 175860\n- text: Hair blowing in the wind\n  start_ms: 175860\n  end_ms: 178320\n- text: Her freckles look like candy bars\n  start_ms: 178320\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Hair blowing in the wind\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184530\n- text: My bitch is on my handle bars\n  start_ms: 184530\n  end_ms: 188110\n- text: I, just, wanna, ride, my bike\n  start_ms: 188110\n  end_ms: 195470\n- text: Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n  start_ms: 195470\n  end_ms: 196820\n- text: My bitch is on my handle bars (handle bars)\n  start_ms: 196820\n  end_ms: 200430\n- text: Hair blowing in the wind (ooohh)\n  start_ms: 200430\n  end_ms: 202930\n- text: Her freckles look like candy bars (shit)\n  start_ms: 202930\n  end_ms: 206480\n- text: My cool summer never ends (cool)\n  start_ms: 206480\n  end_ms: 209850\n- text: My bitch is on my handle bars\n  start_ms: 209850\n  end_ms: 212790\n- text: Yeah (bars, bars)\n  start_ms: 212790\n  end_ms: 219840\n- text: Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n  start_ms: 219840\n  end_ms: 221290\n- text: Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy, haha\n  start_ms: 221290\n  end_ms: 226870\n- text: You're talking to a fucking bike, loser\n  start_ms: 226870\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: Hehe, oh fuck\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 233880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 233880\nplain: |-\n  Me and Slater just hit a curb\n  Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)\n  Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n  Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n\n  Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who push a ton\n  Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums\n  Mama done made her one, um, a witty son\n  With no respect for women, so show me your titties hun (what?)\n  You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'\n  OK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one\n  I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun\n  Venues are like pussy with me, \"Should he come?\"\n  I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips\n  Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese\n  A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese\n  New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees\n  Fuck critics (\"How's your dick?\") Shit, how's your knees?\n  Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee\n  I came up with \"Rella\", ain't touch a bag of weed\n  Shit was doper than Whitney Houston's needs\n  Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ay\n  Getting T.U., O.F., indeed\n  We was missing Sweatshirt, like \"Where's the hooded sleeve?\"\n  Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah\n\n  Me and Slater just hit a curb\n  Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\n  Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n  Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n\n  Guess I win, checks started cashing in\n  I stop rapping and start asking where my fucking passion is\n  Probably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems\n  Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns\n  I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom\n  Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom\n  Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche\n  Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to \"Cowboy\", ay!\n  Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!\n  AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy\n  Y'all niggas played as a tot's toy\n  Have a good day as I annoy, oi\n\n  Me and Slater just hit a curb\n  Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D\n  Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs\n  Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs\n\n  Canons with panorama views\n  My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas\n  Or crackers in Alabama\n  G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF\n  I opened up a store so I don't stress\n  But nigga, I (what?) mosh in gardens\n  Jazz punk shit, playing chords\n  Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons\n  And I keep shartin'\n  Hoodies with rectangles and different colors\n  Niggers think I started kindergarten\n\n  My bitch is on my handle bars\n  I, just, wanna, ride, my bike\n  Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n  My bitch is on my handle bars\n  Hair blowing in the wind\n  Her freckles look like candy bars\n  Hair blowing in the wind\n  My bitch is on my handle bars\n  I, just, wanna, ride, my bike\n  Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n  My bitch is on my handle bars (handle bars)\n  Hair blowing in the wind (ooohh)\n  Her freckles look like candy bars (shit)\n  My cool summer never ends (cool)\n  My bitch is on my handle bars\n  Yeah (bars, bars)\n  Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater\n\n  Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy, haha\n  You're talking to a fucking bike, loser\n  Hehe, oh fuck\n"}]