[{"id":6137410,"name":"Lemonade","trackName":"Lemonade","artistName":"WSTRN","albumName":"WSTRN Season, Vol. 2","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's that, motivated\nHustle\n\nMotivated hustle\nBro, this off the muscle\nWeight all on my shoulders, I can't focus on the trouble\nWeighing heavy on my heart\n'Cause I'd be bench-pressing on the metal\nDone dirt, homie, go and get the Dettol\nStill clean-hearted\nNow it seems half the scene's charted, off what we started\nI ain't dimming niggas though, they know how we spark it\nIf you ain't making hits, how do you meet targets?\nTryna increase margins\nBut it's hard to be legit and pay the rent\nOn the way home tryna figure how much money I spent\nShe ain't gone nowhere\nBut my girl told me she's coming again\nShit, I'm getting qweffed\nIf you want, behind your dress\nGetting inked up\nWhile my brother in the pen\nWhat you think, cuz?\nThey just fucking with your head\nSince we linked up\nNothing but trouble for the ends\nI can't put my life in 16 bars cause it'd be large, nigga\nMy life's a movie but you know I play my part, nigga\nYou could do it, just depends on what's in your heart, nigga\nI'm shedding light because I'm coming from the dark, nigga\nElevation, don't be stuck in preservation\nSee my old scales?\nI had to start re-calibrating\nSimple elementary where numbers calculating\nBurners on my brain got me burning on the sage\nLife is priceless so how you feeling worthless at this age, huh?\n\nI can't tell you my story in a sixteen\nFrom the sticks to the bricks\nYou could sow seeds\nFrom a drop to a stream, feed the whole team\nWhen they release my bro\nWe ain't never going back to being broke\nStill niggas rob me, can't get away from the store (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\nYeah, I just pray for change\nLife was sour now I'm mixing up this lemonade\n(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\nIt's only real shit so we say it\n(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\nYou made that bed so now you lay in it\n\nAh, ay yo\nHustle motivated\nMy hustle motivated\nDusting in the third lane, I'm puffing on the flavours\nTrick-tronic shifting\nIt ain't nothing for a spaceship\nCatch me if you can\nSwitch gears, 6 in\nThen it's Madeleine McCann\nI'm allocating time, that's how balance all them plans\nDue to lack of options, started balancing the grams\nOnly God can judge me, not a man with gavel in his 'and\nIt's madness where I'm\nAy yo, there's passion in my raps\nSpin a verse like it's discus\nPussies keep on lying through their whiskers\nChinese whispers\nSo I keep present like it's Christmas\nFree all of my hittas, that's my wish list\nThis is\nNothing like you heard before\nShow the same you when them curtains drawn\nHad rainy days, I could find my storm\nHad to persevere, wilder in my early years\nNow I'm getting older, I have to show you on the surfaces\nShit\n\nI can't tell you my story in a sixteen\nFrom the sticks to the bricks\nYou could sow seeds\nFrom a drop to a stream, feed the whole team\nWhen they release my bro\nWe ain't never going back to being broke\nStill niggas rob me, can't get away from the store (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\nYeah, I just pray for change\nLife was sour now I'm mixing up this lemonade\n(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\nIt's only real shit so we say it\n(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\nYou made that bed so now you lay in it\nYou made that bed so now you lay in it\nYou made that bed so now you lay in it\n\nYo, yo, yo, it's ya boy Akelle.\nI just wanna big up my bruddas Haile and Louis for holding it\nDown while I been gone. Back soon,\nYa dun kno. WSTRN season, part two.\nIt's WSTRN season, we don't need a reason!\nYa dun kno. WSTRN season, part two.\nIt's WSTRN season, we don't need a reason!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lemonade\n  artist: WSTRN\n  album: WSTRN Season, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's that, motivated\n  Hustle\n\n  Motivated hustle\n  Bro, this off the muscle\n  Weight all on my shoulders, I can't focus on the trouble\n  Weighing heavy on my heart\n  'Cause I'd be bench-pressing on the metal\n  Done dirt, homie, go and get the Dettol\n  Still clean-hearted\n  Now it seems half the scene's charted, off what we started\n  I ain't dimming niggas though, they know how we spark it\n  If you ain't making hits, how do you meet targets?\n  Tryna increase margins\n  But it's hard to be legit and pay the rent\n  On the way home tryna figure how much money I spent\n  She ain't gone nowhere\n  But my girl told me she's coming again\n  Shit, I'm getting qweffed\n  If you want, behind your dress\n  Getting inked up\n  While my brother in the pen\n  What you think, cuz?\n  They just fucking with your head\n  Since we linked up\n  Nothing but trouble for the ends\n  I can't put my life in 16 bars cause it'd be large, nigga\n  My life's a movie but you know I play my part, nigga\n  You could do it, just depends on what's in your heart, nigga\n  I'm shedding light because I'm coming from the dark, nigga\n  Elevation, don't be stuck in preservation\n  See my old scales?\n  I had to start re-calibrating\n  Simple elementary where numbers calculating\n  Burners on my brain got me burning on the sage\n  Life is priceless so how you feeling worthless at this age, huh?\n\n  I can't tell you my story in a sixteen\n  From the sticks to the bricks\n  You could sow seeds\n  From a drop to a stream, feed the whole team\n  When they release my bro\n  We ain't never going back to being broke\n  Still niggas rob me, can't get away from the store (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\n  Yeah, I just pray for change\n  Life was sour now I'm mixing up this lemonade\n  (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\n  It's only real shit so we say it\n  (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\n  You made that bed so now you lay in it\n\n  Ah, ay yo\n  Hustle motivated\n  My hustle motivated\n  Dusting in the third lane, I'm puffing on the flavours\n  Trick-tronic shifting\n  It ain't nothing for a spaceship\n  Catch me if you can\n  Switch gears, 6 in\n  Then it's Madeleine McCann\n  I'm allocating time, that's how balance all them plans\n  Due to lack of options, started balancing the grams\n  Only God can judge me, not a man with gavel in his 'and\n  It's madness where I'm\n  Ay yo, there's passion in my raps\n  Spin a verse like it's discus\n  Pussies keep on lying through their whiskers\n  Chinese whispers\n  So I keep present like it's Christmas\n  Free all of my hittas, that's my wish list\n  This is\n  Nothing like you heard before\n  Show the same you when them curtains drawn\n  Had rainy days, I could find my storm\n  Had to persevere, wilder in my early years\n  Now I'm getting older, I have to show you on the surfaces\n  Shit\n\n  I can't tell you my story in a sixteen\n  From the sticks to the bricks\n  You could sow seeds\n  From a drop to a stream, feed the whole team\n  When they release my bro\n  We ain't never going back to being broke\n  Still niggas rob me, can't get away from the store (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\n  Yeah, I just pray for change\n  Life was sour now I'm mixing up this lemonade\n  (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\n  It's only real shit so we say it\n  (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)\n  You made that bed so now you lay in it\n  You made that bed so now you lay in it\n  You made that bed so now you lay in it\n\n  Yo, yo, yo, it's ya boy Akelle.\n  I just wanna big up my bruddas Haile and Louis for holding it\n  Down while I been gone. Back soon,\n  Ya dun kno. WSTRN season, part two.\n  It's WSTRN season, we don't need a reason!\n  Ya dun kno. WSTRN season, part two.\n  It's WSTRN season, we don't need a reason!\n"}]