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Come on\nNo way out for us to make that move\nSo what the fuck are we supposed to do?\nWhat the fuck are we supposed to do?\nTell me what are we supposed to do?\n\nWhile these motherfuckers pop bottles\nI'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some Top Ramen\nWhat the fuck they know about that rock-bottom\nEveryone I know is feeling down-trodden\nEveryone I know is still all about robbin'\nI'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up, uh\nI'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up\nShattering that tax bracket you sick of\nOn some get up, get out and get some this shit, come on\nThe mind wanders when you're poverty-stricken\nAnd only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket\nBills piling up so don't see you smiling much\nStart thinking of some violent stuff\nLike umm, why the fuck don't I just get a pint of some rum\nA nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good-bye I'm done\nEconomy is down and suicides are up\nWe rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us\n\nThis world'll fuck you and expect you just to smile through it\nWaking up is a reminder thinking why do it\nThey wonder why these motherfuckers snap\nOne minute a family man until he's walking in that planet\nHe's thinking, where the fuck's my overtime?\nLast resorts become solutions to a sober mind\nAn empty bottle list the fucking demands like\n\"Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?\"\n\nYeah, feeling like there's one way out of this hole\nFeel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control\nEither I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out\nNo mistake though it's never too late to turn around\nTurnin' out to be a catch 2-2\nNot a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2\nI know that's a bit theatrical\nBut this poison is pungent, it's just so suspect\nHow much I've been avoiding the subject","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.01] Yeah\n[00:22.47] Bring the drums in\n[00:24.00] Uh, yeah\n[00:28.35] A 1-2, yeah\n[00:30.24] Yeah, what the fuck am I supposed to do?\n[00:37.55] Yeah, supposed to do\n[00:39.07] Check it out, uh\n[00:41.57] Listen\n[00:44.94] I'm in my flat flat broke, black smoke\n[00:46.27] The voice in the back of my mind's eyes have hope\n[00:49.87] I have rope, I could end it all feelin' that\n[00:53.38] Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan\n[00:55.93] That would be the easy way out though\n[00:58.23] But what would that amount to apart from a outro\n[01:00.88] It's not what I'm about yo, I'm never for shortcuts\n[01:03.66] A taken life is never right, that's something the lord does\n[01:06.82] Sortin' through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves\n[01:10.17] No soap in the bathroom, I don't want to hustle but I have to\n[01:14.22] Back to the drawing board\n[01:15.96] Zip locks stock up on what the clients want\n[01:18.90] I am taught but I won't listen\n[01:21.07] Self-destructive sort of like I want to fail\n[01:23.83] But what I want to feel isn't what moves me\n[01:26.16] Why I grab a pen and stick to this loose-leaf\n[01:28.86] So what the fuck are we supposed to do?\n[01:32.31] What the fuck are we supposed to do?\n[01:35.59] Don't even have a rope to hold on to\n[01:37.63] So what the fuck are we supposed to do? Come on\n[01:41.12] No way out for us to make that move\n[01:43.37] So what the fuck are we supposed to do?\n[01:46.62] What the fuck are we supposed to do?\n[01:49.03] Tell me what are we supposed to do?\n[01:51.24] While these motherfuckers pop bottles\n[01:53.13] I'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some Top Ramen\n[01:56.89] What the fuck they know about that rock-bottom\n[01:59.19] Everyone I know is feeling down-trodden\n[02:01.09] Everyone I know is still all about robbin'\n[02:03.56] I'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up, uh\n[02:05.56] I'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up\n[02:08.83] Shattering that tax bracket you sick of\n[02:12.14] On some get up, get out and get some this shit, come on\n[02:14.84] The mind wanders when you're poverty-stricken\n[02:16.72] And only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket\n[02:19.47] Bills piling up so don't see you smiling much\n[02:23.58] Start thinking of some violent stuff\n[02:25.10] Like umm, why the fuck don't I just get a pint of some rum\n[02:28.54] A nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good-bye I'm done\n[02:30.70] Economy is down and suicides are up\n[02:34.17] We rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us\n[02:37.46] This world'll fuck you and expect you just to smile through it\n[03:02.27] Waking up is a reminder thinking why do it\n[03:04.87] They wonder why these motherfuckers snap\n[03:07.93] One minute a family man until he's walking in that planet\n[03:10.20] He's thinking, where the fuck's my overtime?\n[03:13.23] Last resorts become solutions to a sober mind\n[03:15.70] An empty bottle list the fucking demands like\n[03:18.22] \"Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?\"\n[03:20.73] Yeah, feeling like there's one way out of this hole\n[03:23.24] Feel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control\n[03:25.84] Either I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out\n[03:29.31] No mistake though it's never too late to turn around\n[03:32.26] Turnin' out to be a catch 2-2\n[03:34.58] Not a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2\n[03:36.96] I know that's a bit theatrical\n[03:39.69] But this poison is pungent, it's just so suspect\n[03:41.27] How much I've been avoiding the subject\n[04:30.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Desperate\n  artist: Ugly Heroes\n  album: Ugly Heroes\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 22470\n- text: Bring the drums in\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: A 1-2, yeah\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Yeah, what the fuck am I supposed to do?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 37550\n- text: Yeah, supposed to do\n  start_ms: 37550\n  end_ms: 39070\n- text: Check it out, uh\n  start_ms: 39070\n  end_ms: 41570\n- text: Listen\n  start_ms: 41570\n  end_ms: 44940\n- text: I'm in my flat flat broke, black smoke\n  start_ms: 44940\n  end_ms: 46270\n- text: The voice in the back of my mind's eyes have hope\n  start_ms: 46270\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: I have rope, I could end it all feelin' that\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 53380\n- text: Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan\n  start_ms: 53380\n  end_ms: 55930\n- text: That would be the easy way out though\n  start_ms: 55930\n  end_ms: 58230\n- text: But what would that amount to apart from a outro\n  start_ms: 58230\n  end_ms: 60880\n- text: It's not what I'm about yo, I'm never for shortcuts\n  start_ms: 60880\n  end_ms: 63660\n- text: A taken life is never right, that's something the lord does\n  start_ms: 63660\n  end_ms: 66820\n- text: Sortin' through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves\n  start_ms: 66820\n  end_ms: 70170\n- text: No soap in the bathroom, I don't want to hustle but I have to\n  start_ms: 70170\n  end_ms: 74220\n- text: Back to the drawing board\n  start_ms: 74220\n  end_ms: 75960\n- text: Zip locks stock up on what the clients want\n  start_ms: 75960\n  end_ms: 78900\n- text: I am taught but I won't listen\n  start_ms: 78900\n  end_ms: 81070\n- text: Self-destructive sort of like I want to fail\n  start_ms: 81070\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: But what I want to feel isn't what moves me\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86160\n- text: Why I grab a pen and stick to this loose-leaf\n  start_ms: 86160\n  end_ms: 88860\n- text: So what the fuck are we supposed to do?\n  start_ms: 88860\n  end_ms: 92310\n- text: What the fuck are we supposed to do?\n  start_ms: 92310\n  end_ms: 95590\n- text: Don't even have a rope to hold on to\n  start_ms: 95590\n  end_ms: 97630\n- text: So what the fuck are we supposed to do? 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Come on\nNo way out for us to make that move\nSo what the fuck are we supposed to do?\nWhat the fuck are we supposed to do?\nTell me what are we supposed to do?\n\nWhile these motherfuckers pop bottles\nI'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some Top Ramen\nWhat the fuck they know about that rock-bottom\nEveryone I know is feeling down-trodden\nEveryone I know is still all about robbin'\nI'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up, uh\nI'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up\nShattering that tax bracket you sick of\nOn some get up, get out and get some this shit, come on\nThe mind wanders when you're poverty-stricken\nAnd only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket\nBills piling up so don't see you smiling much\nStart thinking of some violent stuff\nLike umm, why the fuck don't I just get a pint of some rum\nA nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good-bye I'm done\nEconomy is down and suicides are up\nWe rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us\n\nThis world'll fuck you and expect you just to smile through it\nWaking up is a reminder thinking why do it\nThey wonder why these motherfuckers snap\nOne minute a family man until he's walking in that planet\nHe's thinking, where the fuck's my overtime?\nLast resorts become solutions to a sober mind\nAn empty bottle list the fucking demands like\n\"Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?\"\n\nYeah, feeling like there's one way out of this hole\nFeel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control\nEither I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out\nNo mistake though it's never too late to turn around\nTurnin' out to be a catch 2-2\nNot a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2\nI know that's a bit theatrical\nBut this poison is pungent, it's just so suspect\nHow much I've been avoiding the subject","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.01] Yeah\n[00:22.47] Bring the drums in\n[00:24.00] Uh, yeah\n[00:28.35] A 1-2, yeah\n[00:30.24] Yeah, what the fuck am I supposed to do?\n[00:37.55] Yeah, supposed to do\n[00:39.07] Check it out, uh\n[00:41.57] Listen\n[00:44.94] I'm in my flat flat broke, black smoke\n[00:46.27] The voice in the back of my mind's eyes have hope\n[00:49.87] I have rope, I could end it all feelin' that\n[00:53.38] Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan\n[00:55.93] That would be the easy way out though\n[00:58.23] But what would that amount to apart from a outro\n[01:00.88] It's not what I'm about yo, I'm never for shortcuts\n[01:03.66] A taken life is never right, that's something the lord does\n[01:06.82] Sortin' through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves\n[01:10.17] No soap in the bathroom, I don't want to hustle but I have to\n[01:14.22] Back to the drawing board\n[01:15.96] Zip locks stock up on what the clients want\n[01:18.90] I am taught but I won't listen\n[01:21.07] Self-destructive sort of like I want to fail\n[01:23.83] But what I want to feel isn't what moves me\n[01:26.16] Why I grab a pen and stick to this loose-leaf\n[01:28.86] So what the fuck are we supposed to do?\n[01:32.31] What the fuck are we supposed to do?\n[01:35.59] Don't even have a rope to hold on to\n[01:37.63] So what the fuck are we supposed to do? 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