[{"id":16916504,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Tyler, The Creator\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":38868668,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Tyler, The Creator\n  duration_ms: 167541\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":16838914,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Songs","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Tyler, The Creator Songs\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":16948272,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Videos","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 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It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":37600545,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"THAT GUY","duration":106.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: THAT GUY\n  duration_ms: 106000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":38730693,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"THAT GUY","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: THAT GUY\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":38808567,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"THAT GUY","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: THAT GUY\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":37130558,"name":"THAT GUY [M0qiZHV4E3U]","trackName":"THAT GUY [M0qiZHV4E3U]","artistName":"Tyler The Creator","albumName":"THAT GUY","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY [M0qiZHV4E3U]\n  artist: Tyler The Creator\n  album: THAT GUY\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":22790613,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"THAT GUY - Single","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus\nEl Segundo and Prairie\nThat's why I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHuh\nWoof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said don't even press the issue\nYellow boogers in my ear lobe, I need a tissue\nOh my God, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (Huh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at The Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Huh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Huh)\n\nI'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy don't I fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) my (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy, huh\nI got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler, keep it sewer\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my God, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f— (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main guy, you're a plus one\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nTwelve days gold, I ain't even drop deluxe one (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHand claps? Congrats? Never said to me\nPut him on a Pro Club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga, get it off your chest (Woo)\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA now\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.17] Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus\n[00:05.01] El Segundo and Prairie\n[00:06.53] That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n[00:08.66] Huh\n[00:09.65] Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n[00:15.34] Okay\n\n[00:17.92] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:20.05] Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n[00:22.68] Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n[00:24.29] AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n[00:26.34] 'Cause brodie said don't even press the issue\n[00:28.82] Yellow boogers in my ear lobe, I need a tissue\n[00:31.13] Oh my God, I'm really that guy, huh\n[00:35.69] Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n[00:37.25] LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (Huh)\n[00:39.50] One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n[00:41.69] Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n[00:43.93] Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at The Pop Out\n[00:45.97] Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n[00:48.29] Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n[00:50.52] Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Huh)\n\n[00:53.65] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:55.54] Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Huh)\n\n[00:57.99] I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim\n[01:00.23] I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n[01:02.30] What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n[01:04.23] Why don't I fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n[01:06.59] Oh (Oh) my (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy, huh\n[01:10.95] I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n[01:13.02] I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n[01:15.31] Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n[01:17.39] Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n[01:19.99] RIP The Ruler, keep it sewer\n[01:21.91] Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n[01:24.32] Oh my God, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n[01:29.07] I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n[01:31.34] Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice cream\n[01:33.63] I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n[01:35.76] Four or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby\n[01:38.74] All these women is a habit\n[01:40.11] Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f— (Hey now)\n[01:41.75] Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n[01:44.59] You will never be the main guy, you're a plus one\n[01:46.67] 300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n[01:48.71] Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop deluxe one (Ugh)\n[01:50.94] Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n[01:54.24] Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n[01:55.72] One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n[01:57.79] Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n[01:59.99] True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n[02:02.03] Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n[02:04.23] Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n[02:08.37] Hand claps? Congrats? Never said to me\n[02:10.77] Put him on a Pro Club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n[02:13.45] Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n[02:15.68] Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n[02:18.41] Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n[02:19.89] If you got a problem with me, nigga, get it off your chest (Woo)\n[02:22.01] Nigga, what?\n\n[02:22.36] (Huh, huh, ooh)\n[02:23.00] Get it off your chest (Huh)\n[02:25.01] Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n[02:26.78] I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:28.57] I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:31.26] I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n[02:33.07] It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n[02:35.26] Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n[02:37.74] You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n[02:39.93] Uh, uh, bitch\n[02:43.97] CHROMAKOPIA now\n[02:53.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: THAT GUY - Single\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus\n  start_ms: 2170\n  end_ms: 5010\n- text: El Segundo and Prairie\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: Huh\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 9650\n- text: Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  start_ms: 9650\n  end_ms: 15340\n- text: Okay\n  start_ms: 15340\n  end_ms: 17920\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 17920\n  end_ms: 20050\n- text: Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  start_ms: 20050\n  end_ms: 22680\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  start_ms: 22680\n  end_ms: 24290\n- text: AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n  start_ms: 24290\n  end_ms: 26340\n- text: '''Cause brodie said don''t even press the issue'\n  start_ms: 26340\n  end_ms: 28820\n- text: Yellow boogers in my ear lobe, I need a tissue\n  start_ms: 28820\n  end_ms: 31130\n- text: Oh my God, I'm really that guy, huh\n  start_ms: 31130\n  end_ms: 35690\n- text: Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  start_ms: 35690\n  end_ms: 37250\n- text: LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (Huh)\n  start_ms: 37250\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 41690\n- text: Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  start_ms: 41690\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at The Pop Out\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 45970\n- text: Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  start_ms: 45970\n  end_ms: 48290\n- text: Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  start_ms: 48290\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Huh)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 53650\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 53650\n  end_ms: 55540\n- text: Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Huh)\n  start_ms: 55540\n  end_ms: 57990\n- text: I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim\n  start_ms: 57990\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 62300\n- text: What that Coachella pay like? 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We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hand claps? Congrats? 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Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA now\n"},{"id":37389958,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"THAT GUY - Single","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nI got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nTwelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15]Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n[00:04.79](El Segundo and Prairie)\n[00:06.40]That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n[00:08.63]Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n[00:11.06](Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n[00:15.12]Okay\n[00:18.06]Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:19.88]Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n[00:22.41]Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n[00:24.24]AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n[00:26.32]'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n[00:28.85]Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n[00:31.09]Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n[00:35.77]Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n[00:37.25]LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n[00:39.45]One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n[00:41.66]Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n[00:43.85]Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n[00:46.04]Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n[00:48.32]Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n[00:50.46]Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n[00:53.37]Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:55.52]Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n[00:57.47]Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n[01:00.22]I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n[01:02.19]What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n[01:04.30]Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n[01:06.63]Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n[01:11.03]I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n[01:12.95]I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n[01:15.11]Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n[01:17.38]Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n[01:20.23]RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n[01:22.43]Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n[01:24.13]Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n[01:29.05]I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n[01:31.33]Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n[01:33.54]I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n[01:35.77]Four or five main bitches\n[01:36.89]I am not yours, baby\n[01:38.41]All these women is a habit\n[01:39.90]Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n[01:41.49]F- (Hey now)\n[01:42.05]Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n[01:44.37]You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n[01:46.61]300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n[01:48.78]Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n[01:50.93]Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n[01:53.22](Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n[01:54.10]Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n[01:55.49]One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n[01:57.77]Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n[01:59.89]True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n[02:02.05]Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n[02:04.29]Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n[02:08.54]Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n[02:10.73]Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n[02:13.24]Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n[02:15.44]Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n[02:18.12]Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n[02:19.64]If you got a problem with me, nigga\n[02:21.09]Get it off your chest\n[02:21.92]Nigga, what?\n[02:23.41]Get it off your chest (Huh)\n[02:25.45]Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n[02:26.29]I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:28.53]I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n[02:31.29]I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n[02:33.45]It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n[02:35.37]Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n[02:37.44]You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n[02:39.89]Uh, uh, bitch\n[02:44.33]CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n[02:45.77]\n[02:48.65]Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n[02:52.21]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: THAT GUY - Single\n  duration_ms: 167602\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 4790\n- text: (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6400\n- text: That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  start_ms: 6400\n  end_ms: 8630\n- text: Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  start_ms: 8630\n  end_ms: 11060\n- text: (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  start_ms: 11060\n  end_ms: 15120\n- text: Okay\n  start_ms: 15120\n  end_ms: 18060\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 18060\n  end_ms: 19880\n- text: Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  start_ms: 19880\n  end_ms: 22410\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  start_ms: 22410\n  end_ms: 24240\n- text: AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n  start_ms: 24240\n  end_ms: 26320\n- text: '''Cause brodie said \"Don''t even press the issue\"'\n  start_ms: 26320\n  end_ms: 28850\n- text: Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  start_ms: 28850\n  end_ms: 31090\n- text: Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  start_ms: 31090\n  end_ms: 35770\n- text: Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  start_ms: 35770\n  end_ms: 37250\n- text: LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 37250\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41660\n- text: Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  start_ms: 41660\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46040\n- text: Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  start_ms: 46040\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 50460\n- text: Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 50460\n  end_ms: 53370\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 53370\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 57470\n- text: Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  start_ms: 57470\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: What that Coachella pay like? 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It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":35836175,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler - Singles","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nI got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nTwelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15] Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n[00:04.79] (El Segundo and Prairie)\n[00:06.40] That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n[00:08.63] Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n[00:11.06] (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n[00:15.12] Okay\n\n[00:18.06] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:19.88] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n[00:22.41] Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n[00:24.24] AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n[00:26.32] 'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n[00:28.85] Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n[00:31.09] Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n[00:35.77] Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n[00:37.25] LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n[00:39.45] One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n[00:41.66] Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n[00:43.85] Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n[00:46.04] Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n[00:48.32] Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n[00:50.46] Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n[00:53.37] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:55.52] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n[00:57.47] Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n[01:00.22] I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n[01:02.19] What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n[01:04.30] Why I don't fuck with them guys? 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We can puff one (Ugh)\n[01:55.49] One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n[01:57.77] Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n[01:59.89] True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n[02:02.05] Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n[02:04.29] Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n[02:08.54] Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n[02:10.73] Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n[02:13.24] Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n[02:15.44] Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n[02:18.12] Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n[02:19.64] If you got a problem with me, nigga\n[02:21.09] Get it off your chest\n[02:21.92] Nigga, what?\n\n[02:23.41] Get it off your chest (Huh)\n[02:25.45] Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n[02:26.29] I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:28.53] I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n[02:31.29] I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n[02:33.45] It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n[02:35.37] Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? 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It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":35725621,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, the Creator","albumName":"CHROMAKOPIA THE WORLD TOUR","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nI got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nTwelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15] Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n[00:04.79] (El Segundo and Prairie)\n[00:06.40] That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n[00:08.63] Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n[00:11.06] (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n[00:15.12] Okay\n\n[00:18.06] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:19.88] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n[00:22.41] Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n[00:24.24] AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n[00:26.32] 'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n[00:28.85] Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n[00:31.09] Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n[00:35.77] Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n[00:37.25] LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n[00:39.45] One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n[00:41.66] Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n[00:43.85] Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n[00:46.04] Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n[00:48.32] Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n[00:50.46] Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n[00:53.37] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:55.52] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n[00:57.47] Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n[01:00.22] I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n[01:02.19] What that Coachella pay like? 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We can puff one (Ugh)\n[01:55.49] One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n[01:57.77] Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n[01:59.89] True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n[02:02.05] Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n[02:04.29] Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n[02:08.54] Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n[02:10.73] Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n[02:13.24] Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n[02:15.44] Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n[02:18.12] Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n[02:19.64] If you got a problem with me, nigga\n[02:21.09] Get it off your chest\n[02:21.92] Nigga, what?\n\n[02:23.41] Get it off your chest (Huh)\n[02:25.45] Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n[02:26.29] I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:28.53] I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n[02:31.29] I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n[02:33.45] It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n[02:35.37] Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n[02:37.44] You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n[02:39.89] Uh, uh, bitch\n[02:44.33] CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n[02:45.77] \n[02:48.65] Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n[02:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, the Creator\n  album: CHROMAKOPIA THE WORLD TOUR\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 4790\n- text: (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6400\n- text: That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  start_ms: 6400\n  end_ms: 8630\n- text: Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  start_ms: 8630\n  end_ms: 11060\n- text: (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  start_ms: 11060\n  end_ms: 15120\n- text: Okay\n  start_ms: 15120\n  end_ms: 18060\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 18060\n  end_ms: 19880\n- text: Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  start_ms: 19880\n  end_ms: 22410\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  start_ms: 22410\n  end_ms: 24240\n- text: AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n  start_ms: 24240\n  end_ms: 26320\n- text: '''Cause brodie said \"Don''t even press the issue\"'\n  start_ms: 26320\n  end_ms: 28850\n- text: Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  start_ms: 28850\n  end_ms: 31090\n- text: Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  start_ms: 31090\n  end_ms: 35770\n- text: Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  start_ms: 35770\n  end_ms: 37250\n- text: LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 37250\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41660\n- text: Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  start_ms: 41660\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46040\n- text: Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  start_ms: 46040\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 50460\n- text: Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 50460\n  end_ms: 53370\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 53370\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 57470\n- text: Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  start_ms: 57470\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: What that Coachella pay like? 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We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":31903380,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"NO SPECIFIC ALBUM","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nI got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nTwelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15] Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n[00:04.79] (El Segundo and Prairie)\n[00:06.40] That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n[00:08.63] Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n[00:11.06] (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n[00:15.12] Okay\n\n[00:18.06] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:19.88] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n[00:22.41] Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n[00:24.24] AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n[00:26.32] 'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n[00:28.85] Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n[00:31.09] Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n[00:35.77] Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n[00:37.25] LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n[00:39.45] One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n[00:41.66] Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n[00:43.85] Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n[00:46.04] Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n[00:48.32] Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n[00:50.46] Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n[00:53.37] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:55.52] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n[00:57.47] Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n[01:00.22] I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n[01:02.19] What that Coachella pay like? 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Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":16743320,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"null","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? 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Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: 'null'\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? 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Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? 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'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: 21M views\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":21981971,"name":"THAT GUY","trackName":"THAT GUY","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"CHROMAKOPIA","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nHuh\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n(Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\n(Huh, huh, ooh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n(Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THAT GUY\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: CHROMAKOPIA\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  Okay\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n  'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n  Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n  Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n  Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  Huh\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fakr shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit\n  (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"},{"id":35889167,"name":"That Guy","trackName":"That Guy","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"CHROMAKOPIA (DELUXE)","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n(El Segundo and Prairie)\nThat's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\nHmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n(Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\nOkay\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\nHey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\nAP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\nYellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\nOh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\nYeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\nLaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\nOne ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\nPut that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\nLil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\nPandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\nStop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\nBig stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\nHey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\nShit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\nYeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\nI'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\nWhat that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\nWhy I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\nOh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\nI got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\nI ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\nRather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\nOpen doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\nRIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\nStack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\nOh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\nI was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\nGardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\nI'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\nFour or five main bitches\nI am not yours, baby\nAll these women is a habit\nBoyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\nF- (Hey now)\nHey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\nYou will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\nTwelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\nSold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n(Bink, bink, bink, bink)\nWant smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\nOne whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\nGreen face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\nTrue shit, I can put a number where your roof is\nParanoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\nOh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\nHands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\nPut him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\nStop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\nStop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\nLe FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\nIf you got a problem with me, nigga\nGet it off your chest\nNigga, what?\n\nGet it off your chest (Huh)\nGet it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\nI am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\nI'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\nI'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\nCuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\nYou don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\nUh, uh, bitch\nCHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\nWorry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15] Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n[00:04.79] (El Segundo and Prairie)\n[00:06.40] That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n[00:08.63] Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n[00:11.06] (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n[00:15.12] Okay\n\n[00:18.06] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:19.88] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n[00:22.41] Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n[00:24.24] AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n\n[00:26.32] 'Cause brodie said \"Don't even press the issue\"\n[00:28.85] Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n[00:31.09] Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n[00:35.77] Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n[00:37.25] LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n[00:39.45] One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n[00:41.66] Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n[00:43.85] Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n[00:46.04] Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n[00:48.32] Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n[00:50.46] Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n\n[00:53.37] Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n[00:55.52] Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n\n[00:57.47] Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n[01:00.22] I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n[01:02.19] What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures\n[01:04.30] Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n[01:06.63] Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n[01:11.03] I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n[01:12.95] I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n[01:15.11] Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n[01:17.38] Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n[01:20.23] RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n[01:22.43] Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n[01:24.13] Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n[01:29.05] I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n[01:31.33] Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n[01:33.54] I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n[01:35.77] Four or five main bitches\n[01:36.89] I am not yours, baby\n[01:38.41] All these women is a habit\n[01:39.90] Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n[01:41.49] F- (Hey now)\n[01:42.05] Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n[01:44.37] You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n[01:46.61] 300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n[01:48.78] Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n[01:50.93] Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n[01:53.22] (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n[01:54.10] Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n[01:55.49] One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n[01:57.77] Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n[01:59.89] True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n[02:02.05] Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n[02:04.29] Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n[02:08.54] Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n[02:10.73] Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n[02:13.24] Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n[02:15.44] Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n[02:18.12] Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n[02:19.64] If you got a problem with me, nigga\n[02:21.09] Get it off your chest\n[02:21.92] Nigga, what?\n\n[02:23.41] Get it off your chest (Huh)\n[02:25.45] Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n[02:26.29] I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:28.53] I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n[02:31.29] I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n[02:33.45] It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n[02:35.37] Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n[02:37.44] You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n[02:39.89] Uh, uh, bitch\n[02:44.33] CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n[02:45.77] \n[02:48.65] Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n[02:52.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: That Guy\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: CHROMAKOPIA (DELUXE)\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 4790\n- text: (El Segundo and Prairie)\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6400\n- text: That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums\n  start_ms: 6400\n  end_ms: 8630\n- text: Hmm (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)\n  start_ms: 8630\n  end_ms: 11060\n- text: (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)\n  start_ms: 11060\n  end_ms: 15120\n- text: Okay\n  start_ms: 15120\n  end_ms: 18060\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 18060\n  end_ms: 19880\n- text: Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand\n  start_ms: 19880\n  end_ms: 22410\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap\n  start_ms: 22410\n  end_ms: 24240\n- text: AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch\n  start_ms: 24240\n  end_ms: 26320\n- text: '''Cause brodie said \"Don''t even press the issue\"'\n  start_ms: 26320\n  end_ms: 28850\n- text: Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue\n  start_ms: 28850\n  end_ms: 31090\n- text: Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh\n  start_ms: 31090\n  end_ms: 35770\n- text: Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)\n  start_ms: 35770\n  end_ms: 37250\n- text: LaFerrari poppin' on the 40 with the 5 (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 37250\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41660\n- text: Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage, huh\n  start_ms: 41660\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: Lil' Bunny Hop out, you seen me at the Pop Out\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46040\n- text: Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out\n  start_ms: 46040\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 50460\n- text: Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 50460\n  end_ms: 53370\n- text: Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands\n  start_ms: 53370\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: Shit, I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 57470\n- text: Yeah, uh, I'm the suspect baby, I don't play victim\n  start_ms: 57470\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: What that Coachella pay like? 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'Cause I hate niggas\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 66630\n- text: Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  start_ms: 66630\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 72950\n- text: I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  start_ms: 72950\n  end_ms: 75110\n- text: Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  start_ms: 75110\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 80230\n- text: RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  start_ms: 80230\n  end_ms: 82430\n- text: Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 82430\n  end_ms: 84130\n- text: Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  start_ms: 84130\n  end_ms: 89050\n- text: I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  start_ms: 89050\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 93540\n- text: I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  start_ms: 93540\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Four or five main bitches\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 96890\n- text: I am not yours, baby\n  start_ms: 96890\n  end_ms: 98410\n- text: All these women is a habit\n  start_ms: 98410\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 101490\n- text: F- (Hey now)\n  start_ms: 101490\n  end_ms: 102050\n- text: Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  start_ms: 102050\n  end_ms: 104370\n- text: You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 104370\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: 300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 108780\n- text: Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 108780\n  end_ms: 110930\n- text: Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  start_ms: 110930\n  end_ms: 113220\n- text: (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  start_ms: 113220\n  end_ms: 114100\n- text: Want smoke? 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It was eight figures\n  Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas\n  Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy\n  I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)\n  I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?\n  Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)\n  Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh\n  RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)\n  Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)\n  Oh my god, I'm really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)\n  I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams\n  Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream\n  I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby\n  Four or five main bitches\n  I am not yours, baby\n  All these women is a habit\n  Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a\n  F- (Hey now)\n  Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun\n  You will never be the main, you're a plus one (Ugh)\n  300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)\n  Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe one (Ugh)\n  Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage\n  (Bink, bink, bink, bink)\n  Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)\n  One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips\n  Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit\n  True shit, I can put a number where your roof is\n  Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips\n  Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy\n  Hands claps? Congrats? Never said to me (Put them shoes on)\n  Put him on a pro club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)\n  Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit\n  Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)\n  Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best\n  If you got a problem with me, nigga\n  Get it off your chest\n  Nigga, what?\n\n  Get it off your chest (Huh)\n  Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)\n  I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)\n  I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh\n  I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh)\n  Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it\n  You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it\n\n  Uh, uh, bitch\n  CHROMAKOPIA, nah\n\n  Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)\n"}]