[{"id":36543013,"name":"fakemink - truffle","trackName":"fakemink - truffle","artistName":"mag","albumName":"fakemink - truffle","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Forever alone\nKnow that I won't pick up if you blowing my phone\nCharlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\nYou on the edge of your seat, on the tip of your toes\nI'm like where to now man? Where do I go?\nMan its feeling like a Sunday, everything's closed\nEverybody fake so I keep the ting close\nThe only real one is that fur coat ghost\nMan I don't know why I'm waiting for\nSomebody or something to happen to me\nMan it really don't matter bro\nIf you're talking down man you better speak up\nImma let you say your piece before you really get patterned though\nGivenchy silk, man she feeling on this pattern though\nImma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Dominos\nNine millimetre, pop it like a zoppi tone\nI'm the best ting ever like a motherfucking cinnamon roll\nUsed the same flow yeah it never gets old\nImma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old\nMan I'm growing so quick like black mold\nAlexander McQueen mixed with Valentino\nI'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes\nBut the way that I do it man they think I hacked though\nThink I ha- though\n\nForever alone\nKnow that I won't pick up if you blowing my phone\nCharlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\nYou on the edge of your seat, on the tip of your toes\nI'm like where to now man? Where do I go?\nMan its feeling like a Sunday, everything's closed\nEverybody fake so I keep the ting close\nThe only real one is that fur coat ghost","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.10] Forever alone\n[00:13.44] Know that I won't pick up if you blowing my phone\n[00:16.47] Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\n[00:19.06] You on the edge of your seat, on the tip of your toes\n[00:22.06] I'm like where to now man? Where do I go?\n[00:24.63] Man its feeling like a Sunday, everything's closed\n[00:28.25] Everybody fake so I keep the ting close\n[00:30.94] The only real one is that fur coat ghost\n[00:34.71] Man I don't know why I'm waiting for\n[00:36.47] Somebody or something to happen to me\n[00:38.68] Man it really don't matter bro\n[00:40.42] If you're talking down man you better speak up\n[00:42.78] Imma let you say your piece before you really get patterned though\n[00:46.06] Givenchy silk, man she feeling on this pattern though\n[00:48.71] Imma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Dominos\n[00:51.93] Nine millimetre, pop it like a zoppi tone\n[00:54.52] I'm the best ting ever like a motherfucking cinnamon roll\n[00:57.78] Used the same flow yeah it never gets old\n[01:00.49] Imma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old\n[01:03.19] Man I'm growing so quick like black mold\n[01:06.20] Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino\n[01:08.73] I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes\n[01:11.74] But the way that I do it man they think I hacked though\n[01:14.98] Think I ha- though\n[01:44.56] Forever alone\n[01:45.75] Know that I won't pick up if you blowing my phone\n[01:48.90] Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\n[01:51.40] You on the edge of your seat, on the tip of your toes\n[01:54.13] I'm like where to now man? Where do I go?\n[01:57.39] Man its feeling like a Sunday, everything's closed\n[02:00.36] Everybody fake so I keep the ting close\n[02:03.22] The only real one is that fur coat ghost\n[02:06.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: fakemink - truffle\n  artist: mag\n  album: fakemink - truffle\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Forever alone\n  start_ms: 12100\n  end_ms: 13440\n- text: Know that I won't pick up if you blowing my phone\n  start_ms: 13440\n  end_ms: 16470\n- text: Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\n  start_ms: 16470\n  end_ms: 19060\n- text: You on the edge of your seat, on the tip of your toes\n  start_ms: 19060\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: I'm like where to now man? 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Where do I go?\n  Man its feeling like a Sunday, everything's closed\n  Everybody fake so I keep the ting close\n  The only real one is that fur coat ghost\n  Man I don't know why I'm waiting for\n  Somebody or something to happen to me\n  Man it really don't matter bro\n  If you're talking down man you better speak up\n  Imma let you say your piece before you really get patterned though\n  Givenchy silk, man she feeling on this pattern though\n  Imma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Dominos\n  Nine millimetre, pop it like a zoppi tone\n  I'm the best ting ever like a motherfucking cinnamon roll\n  Used the same flow yeah it never gets old\n  Imma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old\n  Man I'm growing so quick like black mold\n  Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino\n  I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes\n  But the way that I do it man they think I hacked though\n  Think I ha- though\n\n  Forever alone\n  Know that I won't pick up if you blowing my phone\n  Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\n  You on the edge of your seat, on the tip of your toes\n  I'm like where to now man? Where do I go?\n  Man its feeling like a Sunday, everything's closed\n  Everybody fake so I keep the ting close\n  The only real one is that fur coat ghost\n"},{"id":24747503,"name":"Truffle","trackName":"Truffle","artistName":"fakemink","albumName":"fakemink Songs","duration":112.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(You got it, mag)\n\nForever alone\nKnow that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone\nCharlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\nYou on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes\nI'm like, \"Where to now, man, where do I go?\"\nMan, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed\nEverybody fake, so I keep the ting close\nThe only real one is the FurCoatGhost\n\nMan, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody\nOr somethin' to happen to me\nMan, it really don't matter, bro\nIf you talkin' down, man you better speak up\nI'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though\nGivenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though\nI'ma take 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(You got it, mag)\n\n  Forever alone\n  Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone\n  Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\n  You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes\n  I'm like, \"Where to now, man, where do I go?\"\n  Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed\n  Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close\n  The only real one is the FurCoatGhost\n\n  Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody\n  Or somethin' to happen to me\n  Man, it really don't matter, bro\n  If you talkin' down, man you better speak up\n  I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though\n  Givenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though\n  I'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's\n  Nine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone\n  I'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll\n  Use the same flow, yeah, it never gets old\n  I'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old\n  Man, I'm growin' so quick like black mold\n  Alexander 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so I keep the ting close\nThe only real one is the FurCoatGhost\n\nMan, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody\nOr somethin' to happen to me\nMan, it really don't matter, bro\nIf you talkin' down, man you better speak up\nI'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though\nGivenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though\nI'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's\nNine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone\nI'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll\nUse the same flow, yeah, it never gets old\nI'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old\nMan, I'm growin' so quick like black mold\nAlexander McQueen mixed with Valentino\nI'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes\nBut the way that I do it, man\nThey think I hack though (Think I hack, though)\n\nForever alone\nKnow that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone\nCharlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\nYou on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes\nI'm like, \"Where to now, man, where do I go?\"\nMan, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed\nEverybody fake, so I keep the ting close\nThe only real one is the FurCoatGhost","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Truffle\n  artist: fakemink\n  album: Wild One\n  duration_ms: 112000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (You got it, mag)\n\n  Forever alone\n  Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone\n  Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\n  You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes\n  I'm like, \"Where to now, man, where do I go?\"\n  Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed\n  Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close\n  The only real one is the FurCoatGhost\n\n  Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody\n  Or somethin' to happen to me\n  Man, it really don't matter, bro\n  If you talkin' down, man you better speak up\n  I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though\n  Givenchy silk, man, she 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One","duration":148.168,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(You got it, mag)\n\nForever alone\nKnow that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone\nCharlie Sheen on the tip of my nose\nYou on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes\nI'm like, \"Where to now, man, where do I go?\"\nMan, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed\nEverybody fake, so I keep the ting close\nThe only real one is the FurCoatGhost\n\nMan, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody\nOr somethin' to happen to me\nMan, it really don't matter, bro\nIf you talkin' down, man you better speak up\nI'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though\nGivenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though\nI'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's\nNine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone\nI'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll\nUse the same flow, yeah, it never gets old\nI'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old\nMan, I'm 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