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These niggas done, we in a new season\nAll them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\nBeen on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\nI'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\nI'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need 'em per diem, uh\nI brought revival, you don't rock how I rock (woo)\nBagged a bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (woo)\nAnd Chayefsky head-to-toe, from the bottom and the top\nIs where I'm goin', on my soul, the new face of hip-hop\nIt look like Stephanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\nI ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban Links (woo)\nAnd Vacheron wristwatches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (woo)\nIf you think a nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (ch'yeah)\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk', stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin' (ayo)\nI gave the streets stove, I gave the streets hope (woo)\nNever seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke\nStill blow your head off but I push beast Stove\nFashion week pal, six inch from Nigo\nWhere I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (grrt)\nStars seem so far away, but we reach those\nAllah, just let me take care of my people\nRick got the zippers all over my pea coat (woo)\nNiggas on the yard, creased 10's, in the G-Shock\nYou can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (uh-uh)\nI can wear Céline for a month off a re-rock\nMy shooter hopped out, the Flying Spur in the hijab\nWe was in the mess hall plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\nWe share hugs like we loved each other (woo)\nHit 'em in his head, close-up like it's personal (boom-boom-boom-boom)\nThis the cloud Louis V show, that Virgil throne\nSo, watch the throw\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk, stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nBuffalo's my home, you know\nAnd it always has been and always will be\nAnd I'm much more comfortable there\nthan I think I am in, in, in Hollywood or, or New York\nYou know, when I go to Buffalo\nIt's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HEALTH SCIENCE\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '12'\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Griselda) uh, uh\n  (By Fashion Rebels) Listen\n  This shit feel like, pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Niggas my sons, temper tantrums, they kickin' and screamin'\n  Marvin Gaye senior, hand on the drum, just give me a reason\n  What's goin' on? These niggas done, we in a new season\n  All them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\n  Been on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\n  I'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\n  I'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need 'em per diem, uh\n  I brought revival, you don't rock how I rock (woo)\n  Bagged a bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (woo)\n  And Chayefsky head-to-toe, from the bottom and the top\n  Is where I'm goin', on my soul, the new face of hip-hop\n  It look like Stephanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\n  I ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban Links (woo)\n  And Vacheron wristwatches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (woo)\n  If you think a nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (ch'yeah)\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk', stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin' (ayo)\n  I gave the streets stove, I gave the streets hope (woo)\n  Never seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke\n  Still blow your head off but I push beast Stove\n  Fashion week pal, six inch from Nigo\n  Where I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (grrt)\n  Stars seem so far away, but we reach those\n  Allah, just let me take care of my people\n  Rick got the zippers all over my pea coat (woo)\n  Niggas on the yard, creased 10's, in the G-Shock\n  You can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (uh-uh)\n  I can wear Céline for a month off a re-rock\n  My shooter hopped out, the Flying Spur in the hijab\n  We was in the mess hall plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\n  We share hugs like we loved each other (woo)\n  Hit 'em in his head, close-up like it's personal (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  This the cloud Louis V show, that Virgil throne\n  So, watch the throw\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk, stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Buffalo's my home, you know\n  And it always has been and always will be\n  And I'm much more comfortable there\n  than I think I am in, in, in Hollywood or, or New York\n  You know, when I go to Buffalo\n  It's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out\n"},{"id":29362672,"name":"HEALTH SCIENCE","trackName":"HEALTH SCIENCE","artistName":"Westside Gunn / Brother Tom Sos","albumName":"12","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Griselda (Uh, uh)\nBy Fashion Rebels (Listen, hm)\n\nThis shit feel like, pinch me, I'm dreamin'\nNiggas my sons, temper tantrums, they kickin' and screamin'\nMarvin Gaye senior, hand on the drum, just give me a reason (Brr)\nWhat's goin' on? These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\nAll them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\nBeen on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\nI'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\nI'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\nI brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\nBagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\nAnd Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\nIs where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\nIt look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\nI ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\nAnd Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\nIf you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\nI gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\nNever seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\nStill blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nFashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\nWhere I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\nStars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\nAllah, just let me take care of my people\nRick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\nNiggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\nYou can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\nI can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\nMy shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\nWe was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\nWe shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\nHit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThis the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\nSo watch the throne\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\nBuffalo's my home, you know?\nAnd it always has been and always will be\nAnd I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\nYou know, when I go to Buffalo\nIt's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.86] Griselda (Uh, uh)\n[00:22.41] By Fashion Rebels (Listen, hm)\n[00:24.26] This shit feel like, pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n[00:26.18] Niggas my sons, temper tantrums, they kickin' and screamin'\n[00:29.06] Marvin Gaye senior, hand on the drum, just give me a reason (Brr)\n[00:32.06] What's goin' on? These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\n[00:35.13] All them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\n[00:37.85] Been on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\n[00:40.81] I'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\n[00:43.89] I'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\n[00:47.44] I brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\n[00:50.20] Bagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\n[00:53.14] And Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\n[00:55.88] Is where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\n[00:58.91] It look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\n[01:02.07] I ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\n[01:04.86] And Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\n[01:07.96] If you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n[01:11.23] Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n[01:13.05] Double R under the stars\n[01:14.64] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[01:15.92] Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n[01:17.74] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[01:19.00] Keep sleepin' if you want\n[01:20.30] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[01:23.41] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[01:26.33] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[01:28.13] Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n[01:31.10] Uh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n[01:34.18] I gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\n[01:37.17] Never seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\n[01:40.05] Still blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:43.00] Fashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\n[01:46.04] Where I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\n[01:48.84] Stars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\n[01:51.87] Allah, just let me take care of my people\n[01:55.09] Rick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\n[01:57.98] Niggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\n[02:00.81] You can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\n[02:03.99] I can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\n[02:06.67] My shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\n[02:09.75] We was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\n[02:13.60] We shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\n[02:15.70] Hit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[02:18.54] This the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\n[02:21.21] So watch the throne\n[02:22.36] Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n[02:24.20] Double R under the stars\n[02:25.38] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[02:27.30] Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n[02:28.45] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[02:30.11] Keep sleepin' if you want\n[02:31.51] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[02:34.40] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[02:37.42] Mm, I'm dreamin'\n[02:40.13] Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n[02:42.91] Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n[03:09.53] Buffalo's my home, you know?\n[03:10.86] And it always has been and always will be\n[03:12.80] And I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\n[03:18.22] You know, when I go to Buffalo\n[03:20.52] It's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out\n[03:22.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HEALTH SCIENCE\n  artist: Westside Gunn / Brother Tom Sos\n  album: '12'\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Griselda (Uh, uh)\n  start_ms: 19860\n  end_ms: 22410\n- text: By Fashion Rebels (Listen, hm)\n  start_ms: 22410\n  end_ms: 24260\n- text: This shit feel like, pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  start_ms: 24260\n  end_ms: 26180\n- text: Niggas my sons, temper tantrums, they kickin' and screamin'\n  start_ms: 26180\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: Marvin Gaye senior, hand on the drum, just give me a reason (Brr)\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32060\n- text: What's goin' on? 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These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\n  All them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\n  Been on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\n  I'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\n  I'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\n  I brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\n  Bagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\n  And Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\n  Is where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\n  It look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\n  I ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\n  And Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\n  If you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\n  I gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\n  Never seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\n  Still blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Fashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\n  Where I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\n  Stars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\n  Allah, just let me take care of my people\n  Rick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\n  Niggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\n  You can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\n  I can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\n  My shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\n  We was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\n  We shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\n  Hit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  This the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\n  So watch the throne\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\n  Buffalo's my home, you know?\n  And it always has been and always will be\n  And I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\n  You know, when I go to Buffalo\n  It's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out\n"},{"id":19572587,"name":"HEALTH SCIENCE (Ft. 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These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\nAll them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\nBeen on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\nI'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\nI'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\nI brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\nBagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\nAnd Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\nIs where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\nIt look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\nI ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\nAnd Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\nIf you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\nI gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\nNever seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\nStill blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nFashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\nWhere I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\nStars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\nAllah, just let me take care of my people\nRick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\nNiggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\nYou can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\nI can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\nMy shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\nWe was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\nWe shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\nHit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThis the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\nSo watch the throne\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\nBuffalo's my home, you know?\nAnd it always has been and always will be\nAnd I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\nYou know, when I go to Buffalo\nIt's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: HEALTH SCIENCE (Ft. Brother Tom Sos)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '12'\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Griselda (Uh, uh)\n  By Fashion Rebels (Listen, hm)\n\n  This shit feel like, pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Niggas my sons, temper tantrums, they kickin' and screamin'\n  Marvin Gaye senior, hand on the drum, just give me a reason (Brr)\n  What's goin' on? These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\n  All them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\n  Been on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\n  I'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\n  I'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\n  I brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\n  Bagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\n  And Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\n  Is where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\n  It look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\n  I ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\n  And Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\n  If you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\n  I gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\n  Never seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\n  Still blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Fashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\n  Where I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\n  Stars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\n  Allah, just let me take care of my people\n  Rick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\n  Niggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\n  You can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\n  I can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\n  My shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\n  We was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\n  We shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\n  Hit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  This the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\n  So watch the throne\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\n  Buffalo's my home, you know?\n  And it always has been and always will be\n  And I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\n  You know, when I go to Buffalo\n  It's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out\n"},{"id":17628476,"name":"Health Science (Feat. 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These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\nAll them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\nBeen on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\nI'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\nI'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\nI brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\nBagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\nAnd Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\nIs where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\nIt look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\nI ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\nAnd Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\nIf you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\nI gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\nNever seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\nStill blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nFashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\nWhere I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\nStars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\nAllah, just let me take care of my people\nRick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\nNiggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\nYou can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\nI can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\nMy shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\nWe was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\nWe shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\nHit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThis the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\nSo watch the throne\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\nBuffalo's my home, you know?\nAnd it always has been and always will be\nAnd I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\nYou know, when I go to Buffalo\nIt's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Health Science (Feat. 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These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\n  All them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\n  Been on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\n  I'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\n  I'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\n  I brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\n  Bagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\n  And Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\n  Is where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\n  It look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\n  I ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\n  And Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\n  If you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\n  I gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\n  Never seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\n  Still blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Fashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\n  Where I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\n  Stars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\n  Allah, just let me take care of my people\n  Rick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\n  Niggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\n  You can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\n  I can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\n  My shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\n  We was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\n  We shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\n  Hit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  This the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\n  So watch the throne\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\n  Buffalo's my home, you know?\n  And it always has been and always will be\n  And I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\n  You know, when I go to Buffalo\n  It's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out\n"},{"id":18290149,"name":"Health Science feat. 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These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\nAll them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\nBeen on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\nI'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\nI'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\nI brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\nBagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\nAnd Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\nIs where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\nIt look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\nI ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\nAnd Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\nIf you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\nI gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\nNever seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\nStill blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nFashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\nWhere I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\nStars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\nAllah, just let me take care of my people\nRick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\nNiggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\nYou can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\nI can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\nMy shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\nWe was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\nWe shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\nHit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThis the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\nSo watch the throne\n\nPinch me, I'm dreamin'\nDouble R under the stars\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nPillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nKeep sleepin' if you want\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nMm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\nUh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\nBuffalo's my home, you know?\nAnd it always has been and always will be\nAnd I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\nYou know, when I go to Buffalo\nIt's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Health Science feat. 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These niggas done, we in a new season (Bop, bop, bop, bop)\n  All them niggas is sugarcoated, I'm winter, it's freezin'\n  Been on this journey for way too long, I'ma keep on believin'\n  I'm true and livin', mirror Allah, you see me, you see Him\n  I'm thinkin' Benjamins, Grants, and Jacksons, I need it per diem, uh\n  I brought revival, you don't rock how I rocked (Woo)\n  Bagged the bitch right off the runway, you don't shop how I shop (Woo)\n  And Chayefsky head-to-toe, from thе bottom and the top (Woo)\n  Is where I'm goin', on my soul, thе new face of hip-hop\n  It look like Stéphanie Amon, I build culture, fuck your content\n  I ain't made for TikTok, only built for Cuban links (Woo)\n  And Vacheron wrist watches, I'm nowhere near clockin' out (Woo)\n  If you think the nigga finished, it's only a pitstop (Check)\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin' (Ayo)\n\n  I gave the streets dope (Woo), I gave the streets hope (Woo)\n  Never seen Diesel's, slacks or bespoke (Mm)\n  Still blow your head off, but I push peace, though (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Fashion week, 'bout six seats from Nigo (Ah)\n  Where I'm from, you gotta duck from bullets and RICO (Grrt)\n  Stars seem so far away, but we reach, though (Ah)\n  Allah, just let me take care of my people\n  Rick got the zippers all over my peacoat (Woo)\n  Niggas on the yard, creased 10s or the G-Shock\n  You can never fuck with me ever, so please stop (Nuh-uh)\n  I can wear Celine for a month off of re-rock (Mm)\n  My shooter hopped out the Flying Spur in a hijab (Grrt)\n  We was in the mess hall, plottin' and crunchin' numbers, Colombian plugs\n  We shared hugs like we loved each other (Woo)\n  Hit him in his head close-up like it's personal (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  This the cloud Louis V show that Virgil thrown\n  So watch the throne\n\n  Pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  Double R under the stars\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Pillow talk ain't stoppin' nothin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Keep sleepin' if you want\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n  Uh, mm, I'm dreamin'\n\n  Buffalo's my home, you know?\n  And it always has been and always will be\n  And I'm much more comfortable there than I think I am in, in Hollywood or New York\n  You know, when I go to Buffalo\n  It's really a time in my life where I can really just chill out\n"}]