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Verse 2]\nSo why I aint go to college\nMy mammas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it\nMy n-ggas said D's buggin'\nStay on your computer software de-buggin'\nBut we holding hardware cause we thuggin'\nNow they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed\nAnd all this snow, I call it empty sorrow\nWith plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow\nSold CD's in the mall making dough like Sbarro's\n\nThen I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo\nThey banking out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo\nBut even if you leave somehow it try to follow\nBaby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo\nTryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible\nCause they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle\nMy nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol\nI told him sit down, this information is vital\nLook?\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]\nLiving my life like I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit\nThe gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song\nIn a room with the heart of a violin\nDon't violate my patience, I'm waiting\nTo kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan\nAs a fan of these wicked streets\nIf I gotta eat, I steal like a metal peice\nScreaming now, f-ck the police\nI'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em\nYou can disown him or stone him\nI'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of bullets\nYou couldn't live your life for the moment\nWhen I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing\nI'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February\nAy, thats how blacks do it right?\nI cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa\nI'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not working\nI'm working them corners like Blueprints\nThen cut a L on my first offence\nThe judge threw the book at me than said this?\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] [Chorus]\n[00:02.15] There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff\n[00:04.48] It's in the ABC of growing up\n[00:12.07] There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff\n[00:15.86] It's in the ABC of growing up\n[00:20.67] [XV - Verse 1]\n[00:22.16] Yeah, three women raised me\n[00:23.42] Famous footwear paid me\n[00:24.71] Not enough to blow up but sure enough\n[00:25.85] Cause I aint f-cking lazy\n[00:27.14] If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both\n[00:30.48] With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked\n[00:33.05] In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasn't waves\n[00:35.59] Being fly was priority to the lowest\n[00:37.82] I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way\n[00:41.18] The dead society of a poet\n[00:43.93] Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove\n[00:46.88] I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at school\n[00:49.35] So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was crippin'\n[00:52.13] Just me and two of my dudes, blue man group\n[00:55.17] Had dreams of doing things they said you can't do\n[00:57.77] Cause everything aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo\n[01:00.55] So I was after big bills like a toucan dude?\n[01:03.26] All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at school\n[01:06.26] She said?\n[01:07.15] [Chorus]\n[01:07.66] [XV - Verse 2]\n[01:29.22] So why I aint go to college\n[01:30.59] My mammas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it\n[01:33.23] My n-ggas said D's buggin'\n[01:34.85] Stay on your computer software de-buggin'\n[01:36.94] But we holding hardware cause we thuggin'\n[01:39.28] Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed\n[01:41.93] And all this snow, I call it empty sorrow\n[01:44.62] With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow\n[01:47.44] Sold CD's in the mall making dough like Sbarro's\n[01:50.30] Then I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo\n[01:52.88] They banking out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo\n[01:55.77] But even if you leave somehow it try to follow\n[01:58.42] Baby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo\n[02:01.43] Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible\n[02:03.92] Cause they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle\n[02:06.71] My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol\n[02:09.59] I told him sit down, this information is vital\n[02:12.22] Look?\n[02:13.53] [Chorus]\n[02:35.77] [Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]\n[02:36.15] Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit\n[02:38.22] The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song\n[02:40.73] In a room with the heart of a violin\n[02:42.48] Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting\n[02:44.09] To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan\n[02:46.70] As a fan of these wicked streets\n[02:48.13] If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal peice\n[02:50.66] Screaming now, f-ck the police\n[02:52.06] I'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em\n[02:54.09] You can disown him or stone him\n[02:55.42] I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of bullets\n[02:57.68] You couldn't live your life for the moment\n[02:59.08] When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing\n[03:01.36] I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February\n[03:04.63] Ay, thats how blacks do it right?\n[03:06.73] I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa\n[03:10.24] I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not working\n[03:12.97] I'm working them corners like Blueprints\n[03:15.25] Then cut a L on my first offence\n[03:16.79] The judge threw the book at me than said this?\n[03:19.38] [Chorus]\n[03:55.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Textbook Stuff\n  artist: XV\n  album: Zero Heroes\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 1250\n  end_ms: 2150\n- text: There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 4480\n- text: It's in the ABC of growing up\n  start_ms: 4480\n  end_ms: 12070\n- text: There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff\n  start_ms: 12070\n  end_ms: 15860\n- text: It's in the ABC of growing up\n  start_ms: 15860\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: '[XV - 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Verse 1]\n[00:22.16] Yeah, three women raised me\n[00:23.42] Famous footwear paid me\n[00:24.71] Not enough to blow up but sure enough\n[00:25.85] Cause I aint f-cking lazy\n[00:27.14] If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both\n[00:30.48] With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked\n[00:33.05] In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasn't waves\n[00:35.59] Being fly was priority to the lowest\n[00:37.82] I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way\n[00:41.18] The dead society of a poet\n[00:43.93] Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove\n[00:46.88] I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at school\n[00:49.35] So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was crippin'\n[00:52.13] Just me and two of my dudes, blue man group\n[00:55.17] Had dreams of doing things they said you can't do\n[00:57.77] Cause everything aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo\n[01:00.55] So I was after big bills like a toucan dude?\n[01:03.26] All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at school\n[01:06.26] She said?\n[01:07.15] [Chorus]\n[01:07.66] [XV - Verse 2]\n[01:29.22] So why I aint go to college\n[01:30.59] My mammas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it\n[01:33.23] My n-ggas said D's buggin'\n[01:34.85] Stay on your computer software de-buggin'\n[01:36.94] But we holding hardware cause we thuggin'\n[01:39.28] Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed\n[01:41.93] And all this snow, I call it empty sorrow\n[01:44.62] With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow\n[01:47.44] Sold CD's in the mall making dough like Sbarro's\n[01:50.30] Then I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo\n[01:52.88] They banking out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo\n[01:55.77] But even if you leave somehow it try to follow\n[01:58.42] Baby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo\n[02:01.43] Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible\n[02:03.92] Cause they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle\n[02:06.71] My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol\n[02:09.59] I told him sit down, this information is vital\n[02:12.22] Look?\n[02:13.53] [Chorus]\n[02:35.77] [Kendrick Lamar - 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Verse 1]\n  Yeah, three women raised me\n  Famous footwear paid me\n  Not enough to blow up but sure enough\n  Cause I aint f-cking lazy\n  If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both\n  With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked\n  In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasn't waves\n  Being fly was priority to the lowest\n  I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way\n  The dead society of a poet\n  Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove\n  I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at school\n  So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was crippin'\n  Just me and two of my dudes, blue man group\n  Had dreams of doing things they said you can't do\n  Cause everything aint black and white, unless you chew bamboo\n  So I was after big bills like a toucan dude?\n  All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at school\n  She said?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [XV - Verse 2]\n  So why I aint go to college\n  My mammas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it\n  My n-ggas said D's buggin'\n  Stay on your computer software de-buggin'\n  But we holding hardware cause we thuggin'\n  Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed\n  And all this snow, I call it empty sorrow\n  With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow\n  Sold CD's in the mall making dough like Sbarro's\n\n  Then I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the cargo\n  They banking out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo\n  But even if you leave somehow it try to follow\n  Baby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo\n  Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible\n  Cause they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy aisle\n  My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol\n  I told him sit down, this information is vital\n  Look?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]\n  Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit\n  The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song\n  In a room with the heart of a violin\n  Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting\n  To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan\n  As a fan of these wicked streets\n  If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal peice\n  Screaming now, f-ck the police\n  I'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em\n  You can disown him or stone him\n  I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of bullets\n  You couldn't live your life for the moment\n  When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing\n  I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February\n  Ay, thats how blacks do it right?\n  I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa\n  I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but thats not working\n  I'm working them corners like Blueprints\n  Then cut a L on my first offence\n  The judge threw the book at me than said this?\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":10895269,"name":"Textbook Stuff (Feat. 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