[{"id":36042901,"name":"ZIPLOC","trackName":"ZIPLOC","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Videos","duration":1.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\nWhat's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\nWhat's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\nFuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\nAnd I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\nWith that tall pale boy that I met last year\nGrape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\nFell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\nI guess I'm a late bloomer\nAyo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\nThem GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\nYou ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\nFor playin' chess with these niggas\nThat think that they're bench pressin'\nLeg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\nYoung Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\nNew slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\nPour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\nHaha!\n\nMy shit leaked two weeks before that release date\nFirst week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\nShout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\nAnd I can't even get a song to play on the radio\nBut tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\nP told me not to trip\nI am in my Ziploc, nigga\nFeel like I got the best album out, uh\nI know I got the best album out, preach","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30]Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n[00:02.50]\n[00:05.00]What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n[00:07.50]What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n[00:10.20]Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n[00:12.75]And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n[00:15.20]With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n[00:17.60]Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n[00:20.50]Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n[00:23.00]I guess I'm a late bloomer\n[00:24.75]Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n[00:28.10]Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n[00:31.00]20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n[00:33.70]You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n[00:35.80]For playin' chess with these niggas\n[00:37.15]That think that they're bench pressin'\n[00:38.50]Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n[00:41.15]Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n[00:43.70]New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n[00:46.10]Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n[00:49.20]Haha!\n[00:50.00]\n[00:51.20]My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n[00:53.90]First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n[00:56.40]Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\n[00:59.00]And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n[01:01.70]But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n[01:05.45]P told me not to trip\n[01:08.00]I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n[01:10.15]Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n[01:12.85]I know I got the best album out, preach\n[01:15.00]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: ZIPLOC\n artist: Tyler, The Creator\n album: Tyler, The Creator Videos\n duration_ms: 1000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n start_ms: 300\n end_ms: 2500\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 2500\n end_ms: 5000\n- text: What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n start_ms: 5000\n end_ms: 7500\n- text: What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n start_ms: 7500\n end_ms: 10200\n- text: Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n start_ms: 10200\n end_ms: 12750\n- text: And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n start_ms: 12750\n end_ms: 15200\n- text: With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n start_ms: 15200\n end_ms: 17600\n- text: Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n start_ms: 17600\n end_ms: 20500\n- text: Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n start_ms: 20500\n end_ms: 23000\n- text: I guess I'm a late bloomer\n start_ms: 23000\n end_ms: 24750\n- text: Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n start_ms: 24750\n end_ms: 28100\n- text: Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n start_ms: 28100\n end_ms: 31000\n- text: 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n start_ms: 31000\n end_ms: 33700\n- text: You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n start_ms: 33700\n end_ms: 35800\n- text: For playin' chess with these niggas\n start_ms: 35800\n end_ms: 37150\n- text: That think that they're bench pressin'\n start_ms: 37150\n end_ms: 38500\n- text: Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n start_ms: 38500\n end_ms: 41150\n- text: Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n start_ms: 41150\n end_ms: 43700\n- text: New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n start_ms: 43700\n end_ms: 46100\n- text: Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n start_ms: 46100\n end_ms: 49200\n- text: Haha!\n start_ms: 49200\n end_ms: 50000\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 50000\n end_ms: 51200\n- text: My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n start_ms: 51200\n end_ms: 53900\n- text: First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n start_ms: 53900\n end_ms: 56400\n- text: Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\n start_ms: 56400\n end_ms: 59000\n- text: And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n start_ms: 59000\n end_ms: 61700\n- text: But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n start_ms: 61700\n end_ms: 65450\n- text: P told me not to trip\n start_ms: 65450\n end_ms: 68000\n- text: I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n start_ms: 68000\n end_ms: 70150\n- text: Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n start_ms: 70150\n end_ms: 72850\n- text: I know I got the best album out, preach\n start_ms: 72850\n end_ms: 75000\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 75000\nplain: |-\n Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\n What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n I guess I'm a late bloomer\n Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n For playin' chess with these niggas\n That think that they're bench pressin'\n Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n Haha!\n\n My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\n And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n P told me not to trip\n I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n I know I got the best album out, preach\n"},{"id":27539112,"name":"ZIPLOC","trackName":"ZIPLOC","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Videos","duration":95.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\nWhat's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\nWhat's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\nFuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\nAnd I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\nWith that tall pale boy that I met last year\nGrape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\nFell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\nI guess I'm a late bloomer\nAyo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\nThem GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\nYou ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\nFor playin' chess with these niggas\nThat think that they're bench pressin'\nLeg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\nYoung Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\nNew slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\nPour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\nHaha!\n\nMy shit leaked two weeks before that release date\nFirst week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\nShout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\nAnd I can't even get a song to play on the radio\nBut tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\nP told me not to trip\nI am in my Ziploc, nigga\nFeel like I got the best album out, uh\nI know I got the best album out, preach","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30]Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n[00:02.50]\n[00:05.00]What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n[00:07.50]What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n[00:10.20]Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n[00:12.75]And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n[00:15.20]With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n[00:17.60]Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n[00:20.50]Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n[00:23.00]I guess I'm a late bloomer\n[00:24.75]Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n[00:28.10]Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n[00:31.00]20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n[00:33.70]You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n[00:35.80]For playin' chess with these niggas\n[00:37.15]That think that they're bench pressin'\n[00:38.50]Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n[00:41.15]Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n[00:43.70]New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n[00:46.10]Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n[00:49.20]Haha!\n[00:50.00]\n[00:51.20]My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n[00:53.90]First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n[00:56.40]Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\n[00:59.00]And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n[01:01.70]But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n[01:05.45]P told me not to trip\n[01:08.00]I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n[01:10.15]Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n[01:12.85]I know I got the best album out, preach\n[01:15.00]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: ZIPLOC\n artist: Tyler, The Creator\n album: Tyler, The Creator Videos\n duration_ms: 95000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n start_ms: 300\n end_ms: 2500\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 2500\n end_ms: 5000\n- text: What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n start_ms: 5000\n end_ms: 7500\n- text: What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n start_ms: 7500\n end_ms: 10200\n- text: Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n start_ms: 10200\n end_ms: 12750\n- text: And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n start_ms: 12750\n end_ms: 15200\n- text: With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n start_ms: 15200\n end_ms: 17600\n- text: Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n start_ms: 17600\n end_ms: 20500\n- text: Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n start_ms: 20500\n end_ms: 23000\n- text: I guess I'm a late bloomer\n start_ms: 23000\n end_ms: 24750\n- text: Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n start_ms: 24750\n end_ms: 28100\n- text: Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n start_ms: 28100\n end_ms: 31000\n- text: 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n start_ms: 31000\n end_ms: 33700\n- text: You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n start_ms: 33700\n end_ms: 35800\n- text: For playin' chess with these niggas\n start_ms: 35800\n end_ms: 37150\n- text: That think that they're bench pressin'\n start_ms: 37150\n end_ms: 38500\n- text: Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n start_ms: 38500\n end_ms: 41150\n- text: Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n start_ms: 41150\n end_ms: 43700\n- text: New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n start_ms: 43700\n end_ms: 46100\n- text: Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n start_ms: 46100\n end_ms: 49200\n- text: Haha!\n start_ms: 49200\n end_ms: 50000\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 50000\n end_ms: 51200\n- text: My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n start_ms: 51200\n end_ms: 53900\n- text: First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n start_ms: 53900\n end_ms: 56400\n- text: Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\n start_ms: 56400\n end_ms: 59000\n- text: And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n start_ms: 59000\n end_ms: 61700\n- text: But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n start_ms: 61700\n end_ms: 65450\n- text: P told me not to trip\n start_ms: 65450\n end_ms: 68000\n- text: I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n start_ms: 68000\n end_ms: 70150\n- text: Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n start_ms: 70150\n end_ms: 72850\n- text: I know I got the best album out, preach\n start_ms: 72850\n end_ms: 75000\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 75000\nplain: |-\n Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\n What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n I guess I'm a late bloomer\n Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n For playin' chess with these niggas\n That think that they're bench pressin'\n Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n Haha!\n\n My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\n And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n P told me not to trip\n I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n I know I got the best album out, preach\n"},{"id":28040843,"name":"ZIPLOC","trackName":"ZIPLOC","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator Songs","duration":95.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\nWhat's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\nWhat's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\nFuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\nAnd I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\nWith that tall pale boy that I met last year\nGrape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\nFell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\nI guess I'm a late bloomer\nAyo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\nThem GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\nYou ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\nFor playin' chess with these niggas\nThat think that they're bench pressin'\nLeg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\nYoung Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\nNew slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\nPour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\nHaha!\n\nMy shit leaked two weeks before that release date\nFirst week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\nShout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!\nAnd I can't even get a song to play on the radio\nBut tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\nP told me not to trip\nI am in my Ziploc, nigga\nFeel like I got the best album out, uh\nI know I got the best album out, preach","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30]Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n[00:02.50]\n[00:05.00]What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\n[00:07.50]What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\n[00:10.20]Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\n[00:12.75]And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\n[00:15.20]With that tall pale boy that I met last year\n[00:17.60]Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\n[00:20.50]Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\n[00:23.00]I guess I'm a late bloomer\n[00:24.75]Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\n[00:28.10]Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n[00:31.00]20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\n[00:33.70]You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\n[00:35.80]For playin' chess with these niggas\n[00:37.15]That think that they're bench pressin'\n[00:38.50]Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\n[00:41.15]Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\n[00:43.70]New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\n[00:46.10]Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\n[00:49.20]Haha!\n[00:50.00]\n[00:51.20]My shit leaked two weeks before that release date\n[00:53.90]First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\n[00:56.40]Shout out Meek! 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Two niggas first week top 3!\n And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n P told me not to trip\n I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n I know I got the best album out, preach\n"},{"id":34357640,"name":"Ziploc","trackName":"Ziploc","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Igor (Sessions)","duration":94.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\nWhat's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\nWhat's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\nFuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\nAnd I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\nWith that tall pale boy that I met last year\nGrape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\nFell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\nI guess I'm a late bloomer\nAyo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\nThem GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\nYou ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\nFor playin' chess with these niggas\nThat think that they're bench pressin'\nLeg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\nYoung Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\nNew slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\nPour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\nHaha!\n\nMy shit leaked two weeks before that release date\nFirst week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\nShout out Meek! 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Two niggas first week top 3!\n And I can't even get a song to play on the radio\n But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha\n P told me not to trip\n I am in my Ziploc, nigga\n Feel like I got the best album out, uh\n I know I got the best album out, preach\n"},{"id":34742746,"name":"ZIPLOC","trackName":"ZIPLOC","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Unknown Album","duration":95.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...\n\nWhat's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?\nWhat's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?\nFuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air\nAnd I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer\nWith that tall pale boy that I met last year\nGrape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in\nFell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'\nI guess I'm a late bloomer\nAyo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar\nThem GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah\n20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds\nYou ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him\nFor playin' chess with these niggas\nThat think that they're bench pressin'\nLeg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?\nYoung Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this bitch\nNew slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship\nPour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?\nHaha!\n\nMy shit leaked two weeks before that release date\nFirst week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek\nShout out Meek! 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