[{"id":14305176,"name":"Take Your Mask Off","trackName":"Take Your Mask Off","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mm-hm, mm-hm\n(Ah, ah, ooh) la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nUh\n\nBig guns, big guns, what you got, huh?\nSlatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh\nGang this, oh, you gang that?\nDon't let 'em know that you regret how you became that\nA good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'\nA little middle class money, every Christmas legit\n\nFamily trips, Ivy-bound, 'til one day, hit a switch\nYou ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz\nAnd none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh\nYou ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor\nBut now, cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (aye, blood)\nNow you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove, let's talk about it\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself (uh)\nAnd I hope you find yourself (yeah)\nAnd I hope you take your mask off (sad story, ahaha, yeah)\n\nPreacher man, preacher man, preach (whoo)\nYou make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'\nBig back from them collections, but what you buyin'?\nAin't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait\n\nSince a kid, you knew somethin' was up\nHad you thinkin' God would hate you, so you covered it up\nGotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy\nSo got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys\n\nSick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within\nScared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' the sin\nTrade it all to be free and shine bright the like the sun\nBut you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself (hope you find yourself)\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you take your mask off (take your mask off)\n\nBig-ass house that's on the Hills (hill)\nBig-ass wheels in the garage (hope you found yourself)\nThree cute kids that's in your arms\nYour husband just made another mill'\n\nYou want your life back and a massage (oh, oh)\nTired of bein' at home, personality gone\nBody ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone\nMama your first name, the last one got changed\nThey dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, man (oh)\n\nYou would start all over if we keepin' it real\nCurrent life is full, but you ain't feelin' fulfilled\nFantasize about the dream you left on the shelf\nCan't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself (oh, oh)\nLet's talk about it\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself (eyes feelin' narrow)\nAnd I hope you find yourself ('self)\nAnd I hope you take your mask off (oh)\n\nKeep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself\nYou don't have to put on no costume\nYou don't ever have to lie to kick it\n\nYeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest\nHair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress\nClaim it's new partners, blame it on your ex\nChest claim it's reflex, try to blame it on the cook\n\nLook, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot\nNervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook\nParanoid since 19, nervous system shook\nBetter sit the fuck down or that skull gettin' took\n\nThat's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that\nTryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that\nSentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough\nThat shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up\nAnd put it in the trunk\n\nYou talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (no)\nYour beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'\nYour stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home\nYou ain't gotta hide from the truth\nTell your family why you such a recluse\nTell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth\nDawg, how dare you try to ruin her marriage (come on)\n\nClaim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed\nBoy, you selfish as fuck, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent\nBoy, that therapy needed, I'd dare you to seek it, but I'd lose a bet\nYour respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death\nIt's clear you wish you got your flowers sent\nYou eatin' fertilizer to balance shit\nNow go and stand in the sun, and use some fake tears to water your roots\nTake that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it, nigga\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you take your mask off","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] Mm-hm, mm-hm\n[00:05.38] (Ah, ah, ooh) la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:10.36] Uh\n[00:11.23] Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?\n[00:13.63] Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh\n[00:16.34] Gang this, oh, you gang that?\n[00:18.17] Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that\n[00:20.75] A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'\n[00:23.49] A little middle class money, every Christmas legit\n[00:26.18] Family trips, Ivy-bound, 'til one day, hit a switch\n[00:28.83] You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz\n[00:30.96] And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh\n[00:33.70] You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor\n[00:36.17] But now, cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (aye, blood)\n[00:39.58] Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove, let's talk about it\n[00:42.71] And I hope you find yourself (uh)\n[00:45.27] And I hope you find yourself (yeah)\n[00:47.80] And I hope you take your mask off (sad story, ahaha, yeah)\n[00:52.95] Preacher man, preacher man, preach (whoo)\n[00:54.94] You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'\n[00:58.45] Big back from them collections, but what you buyin'?\n[01:00.97] Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait\n[01:03.97] Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up\n[01:05.94] Had you thinkin' God would hate you, so you covered it up\n[01:08.57] Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy\n[01:11.17] So got a wife, got a 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but you crave flyin' alone, man (oh)\n[01:56.63] You would start all over if we keepin' it real\n[01:59.12] Current life is full, but you ain't feelin' fulfilled\n[02:01.87] Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf\n[02:04.12] Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself (oh, oh)\n[02:06.63] Let's talk about it\n[02:07.34] And I hope you find yourself (eyes feelin' narrow)\n[02:09.94] And I hope you find yourself ('self)\n[02:12.69] And I hope you take your mask off (oh)\n[02:21.19] \n[02:26.29] Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself\n[02:31.79] You don't have to put on no costume\n[02:34.06] You don't ever have to lie to kick it\n[02:37.36] Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest\n[02:41.14] Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress\n[02:43.74] Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex\n[02:46.04] Chest claim it's reflex, try to blame it on the cook\n[02:48.32] Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot\n[02:51.47] Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook\n[02:54.18] Paranoid since 19, nervous system shook\n[02:56.60] Better sit the fuck down or that skull gettin' took\n[02:59.74] That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that\n[03:03.00] Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that\n[03:05.67] Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough\n[03:08.26] That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up\n[03:10.77] And put it in the trunk\n[03:11.97] You talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (no)\n[03:14.63] Your beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'\n[03:18.70] Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home\n[03:22.33] You ain't gotta hide from the truth\n[03:23.90] Tell your family why you such a recluse\n[03:25.92] Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth\n[03:28.53] Dawg, how dare you try to ruin her marriage (come on)\n[03:30.54] Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get 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la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n  Uh\n\n  Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?\n  Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh\n  Gang this, oh, you gang that?\n  Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that\n  A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'\n  A little middle class money, every Christmas legit\n\n  Family trips, Ivy-bound, 'til one day, hit a switch\n  You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz\n  And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh\n  You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor\n  But now, cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (aye, blood)\n  Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove, let's talk about it\n\n  And I hope you find yourself (uh)\n  And I hope you find yourself (yeah)\n  And I hope you take your mask off (sad story, ahaha, yeah)\n\n  Preacher man, preacher man, preach (whoo)\n  You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'\n  Big back from them collections, but what you buyin'?\n  Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait\n\n  Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up\n  Had you thinkin' God would hate you, so you covered it up\n  Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy\n  So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys\n\n  Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within\n  Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' the sin\n  Trade it all to be free and shine bright the like the sun\n  But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it\n\n  And I hope you find yourself (hope you find yourself)\n  And I hope you find yourself\n  And I hope you take your mask off (take your mask off)\n\n  Big-ass house that's on the Hills (hill)\n  Big-ass wheels in the garage (hope you found yourself)\n  Three cute kids that's in your arms\n  Your husband just made another mill'\n\n  You want your life back and a massage (oh, oh)\n  Tired of bein' at home, personality gone\n  Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone\n  Mama your first name, the last one got changed\n  They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, man (oh)\n\n  You would start all over if we keepin' it real\n  Current life is full, but you ain't feelin' fulfilled\n  Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf\n  Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself (oh, oh)\n  Let's talk about it\n\n  And I hope you find yourself (eyes feelin' narrow)\n  And I hope you find yourself ('self)\n  And I hope you take your mask off (oh)\n\n  Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself\n  You don't have to put on no costume\n  You don't ever have to lie to kick it\n\n  Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest\n  Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress\n  Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex\n  Chest claim it's reflex, try to blame it on the cook\n\n  Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot\n  Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the 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wish you got your flowers sent\nYou eat and fertilize in aboundin' shit\nNow go and stand in the Sun, and use some fake\nTears to water your boots\nTake that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it, nigga\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you take your mask off","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.26] Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:10.36] Uh\n[00:11.20] Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?\n[00:13.72] Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, uh\n[00:16.09] Gang this and you gang that\n[00:18.09] Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that\n[00:20.56] A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'\n[00:23.53] A little middle class money, every Christmas legit\n[00:26.24] Family trips, slightly bound, and one day, hit the switch\n[00:28.64] You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz'\n[00:31.07] And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh\n[00:33.66] You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a 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somethin' to\n  Teach, like you ain't lyin'\n  Big back from those collections, well, what you buyin'?\n  Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait\n  Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up\n  Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up\n  Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy\n  So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys\n  Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within\n  Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' in sin\n  Trade it all to be free and shine bright the like the Sun\n  But you back act on that religious shit as soon as\n  You come, let's talk about it\n\n  And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)\n  And I hope you find yourself\n  And I hope you take your mask off (Take your mask off)\n\n  Big-ass house that's on the Hills (Hill)\n  Big-ass wheels in the garage ('Rage)\n  Three cute kids that's in your arms\n  Your husband just made another mill'\n  You want your life back, give him a [?]\n  Tired of 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soul\nTired of bein' at home, personality gone\nBody ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone\nMomma your first name, the last one got changed\nThey dream about your nest but your crave flyin' along, man\n\nYou would start all over if we keepin' it real\nCurrent life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled\nFantasize about the dream you left on the shelf\nCan't even get a long time to think of killin' yourself\nLet's talk about it\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself (eyes feelin' narrow, hope you find yourself)\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you take your mask off (oh)\n\nKeep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself\nYou don't have to put on no costume\nYou don't ever have to lie to kick it\nYeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest\nHand fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress\nClaim it's new partners, blame it on your ex\n\nJust claim a sweet flex, try to blame it on the cook\nLook, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot\nNervous and 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the ops, huh?\nGang this, oh, you gang that?\nDon't let 'em know that you regret how you became that\nA good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'\n\nA little middle-class money, every Christmas legit\nFamily trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit the switch\nYou ain't wanna be seen as a -, cuz\nAnd none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh\nYou ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor\nBut now cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (ay, blood)\nNow you facin' five to ten 'cause you had somethin' to prove, let's talk about it\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself (uh)\nAnd I hope you find yourself (yeah)\nAnd I hope you take your mask off (sad story, yeah)\n\nPreacher man, preacher man, preach (woo!)\nYou make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'\nBig bank from them collections, well, what you buyin'?\nAin't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait\n\nSince a kid, you knew somethin' was up\nHad you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up\nGotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy\nSo got a wife, got a kid, but you be - them boys\nSick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within\nScared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' the sin\nTrade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun\nBut you back on that religious - as soon as you -, let's talk about it\n\nAnd I hope you find yourself (hope you find yourself)\nAnd I hope you find yourself\nAnd I hope you take your mask off (take your mask off)\n\nBig - house that's on the hill (Hill)\nBig - wheels in the garage (hope you find yourself) (garage)\nThree cute kids that's in your arms\nYour husband just made another mil'\nYou want your life back and a massage (oh, oh)\nTired of bein' at home, personality gone (nah)\nBody ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone\n\nMama your first name, the last one got changed\nThey dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, mane (oh)\nYou would start all over if we keepin' it 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(Come on)\n  Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed\n\n  Boy, you selfish as -, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent\n  Boy, that therapy needed, I'd dare you to seek it, but I'd lose a bet\n  Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death\n  It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent\n  You eatin' fertilizer to balance -\n  Now go and stand in the sun, and use some fake tears to water your roots\n  Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it\n\n  And I hope you find yourself\n  And I hope you find yourself\n  And I hope you take your mask off\n"},{"id":16237776,"name":"Take Your Mask Off","trackName":"Take Your Mask Off","artistName":"Tyler, the Creator; Daniel Caesar; LaToiya Williams","albumName":"CHROMAKOPIA","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"big guns big guns what you got huh, slat slat, pop back at the opps huh\ngang this, oh you gang that? don't let em know that you regret how you became\nthat\na good kid fine home mom and dad in the pic\na little middle class money, every christmas legit\nfamily trips, ivy bound till one day hit a switch\nyou ain't wanna be seen as a bitch cuz\nand none of them face tats gon hide the fact that you're sad bruh\nyou ain't a thug you was in drama club you're an actor but now cuz\ngetting validation from the dumb and confused, now you're facing 5 to 10\ncause you had something to prove, let's talk about it\ni hope you find yourself\ni hope you take your mask off\npreacher man, preacher man, preach\nyou make these folks think you got something to teach\nlike you ain't lying, big bank from them collections\nbut what you buying? 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