[{"id":23366702,"name":"indigo","trackName":"indigo","artistName":"mgk","albumName":"lost americana","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When you're there\nA perfect night's a nightmare too\nI feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\nShades of pink and shades of blue\nUh, this feels like the opposite of real life\nOn my way to Valhalla on a steel bike\nLiving fantasy like J.K. Rowling\nI'm J.R.R. Tolkien, these spliffs I love smokin'\nMy hands full of stones and gold\nI'm Lord of the Rings, needles sewed, new clothes\nBut it's more than it seems, I seen dreams implode\nSeen teens turn old before they grown\nBurnt out before they fade away slow\nI used to pick you up, now I don't\nThere's some things I would rewind, but I don't have the remote\nThere's some things I manifested I wish I never wrote\nAnd all my friends? Really family, 'cause my bloodline's ghost (uh-uh)\nYeah, it's the life we chose\nHighways to Hellcats where Angel Wing goes\nI know I look back, the path went rogue\nI know I look back, I'm halfway home (I'm halfway home)\nSo far away from where you are\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\nAnd I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\nI stopped countin' my age\nBecause my face still look the same\nSo instead of years, I use pain\nAnd if that's the case, then I'm 500\nI been in a race with my trauma, can't outrun it\nNo wonder why I drive like I'm being chased\nPack up and move houses instead of renovate\nPut my newborn daughter to bed at 8\nThen I'm back on the interstate\nChain-smoking, looking like I'm 'bout to hyperventilate\nGot everything to celebrate on the outside\nStill none of that eliminates what is inside\nAnd since I've gotta find a way to cope\nI start by reversin' some of the words I wrote\nInstead of being a demon, be a beacon of hope\n'Cause one day we're hangin' out\nThe next day you're hangin' from a rope, uh\nSo far away from where you are\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\nAnd I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\n(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\n(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\nYeah, this feels like the opposite of real life\nUh, yeah\nThis feels like the opposite of real life\nUh, yeah, mm-mm\nWhen you're there\nA perfect night's a nightmare too\nI feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\nShades of pink and shades of blue","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: indigo\n  artist: mgk\n  album: lost americana\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When you're there\n  A perfect night's a nightmare too\n  I feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\n  Shades of pink and shades of blue\n  Uh, this feels like the opposite of real life\n  On my way to Valhalla on a steel bike\n  Living fantasy like J.K. Rowling\n  I'm J.R.R. Tolkien, these spliffs I love smokin'\n  My hands full of stones and gold\n  I'm Lord of the Rings, needles sewed, new clothes\n  But it's more than it seems, I seen dreams implode\n  Seen teens turn old before they grown\n  Burnt out before they fade away slow\n  I used to pick you up, now I don't\n  There's some things I would rewind, but I don't have the remote\n  There's some things I manifested I wish I never wrote\n  And all my friends? Really family, 'cause my bloodline's ghost (uh-uh)\n  Yeah, it's the life we chose\n  Highways to Hellcats where Angel Wing goes\n  I know I look back, the path went rogue\n  I know I look back, I'm halfway home (I'm halfway home)\n  So far away from where you are\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  And I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  I stopped countin' my age\n  Because my face still look the same\n  So instead of years, I use pain\n  And if that's the case, then I'm 500\n  I been in a race with my trauma, can't outrun it\n  No wonder why I drive like I'm being chased\n  Pack up and move houses instead of renovate\n  Put my newborn daughter to bed at 8\n  Then I'm back on the interstate\n  Chain-smoking, looking like I'm 'bout to hyperventilate\n  Got everything to celebrate on the outside\n  Still none of that eliminates what is inside\n  And since I've gotta find a way to cope\n  I start by reversin' some of the words I wrote\n  Instead of being a demon, be a beacon of hope\n  'Cause one day we're hangin' out\n  The next day you're hangin' from a rope, uh\n  So far away from where you are\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  And I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  Yeah, this feels like the opposite of real life\n  Uh, yeah\n  This feels like the opposite of real life\n  Uh, yeah, mm-mm\n  When you're there\n  A perfect night's a nightmare too\n  I feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\n  Shades of pink and shades of blue\n"},{"id":24394142,"name":"indigo","trackName":"indigo","artistName":"mgk","albumName":"lost americana","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When you're there\nA perfect night's a nightmare too\nI feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\nShades of pink and shades of blue\nUh, this feels like the opposite of real life\nOn my way to Valhalla on a steel bike\nLiving fantasy like J.K. 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Really family, 'cause my bloodline's ghost (uh-uh)\nYeah, it's the life we chose\nHighways to Hellcats where Angel Wing goes\nI know I look back, the path went rogue\nI know I look back, I'm halfway home (I'm halfway home)\nSo far away from where you are\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\nAnd I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\nI stopped countin' my age\nBecause my face still look the same\nSo instead of years, I use pain\nAnd if that's the case, then I'm 500\nI been in a race with my trauma, can't outrun it\nNo wonder why I drive like I'm being chased\nPack up and move houses instead of renovate\nPut my newborn daughter to bed at 8\nThen I'm back on the interstate\nChain-smoking, looking like I'm 'bout to hyperventilate\nGot everything to celebrate on the outside\nStill none of that eliminates what is inside\nAnd since I've gotta find a way to cope\nI start by reversin' some of the words I wrote\nInstead of being a demon, be a beacon of hope\n'Cause one day we're hangin' out\nThe next day you're hangin' from a rope, uh\nSo far away from where you are\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\nAnd I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\n(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\n(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\nYeah, this feels like the opposite of real life\nUh, yeah\nThis feels like the opposite of real life\nUh, yeah, mm-mm\nWhen you're there\nA perfect night's a nightmare too\nI feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\nShades of pink and shades of blue","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: indigo\n  artist: mgk\n  album: lost americana\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When you're there\n  A perfect night's a nightmare too\n  I feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\n  Shades of pink and shades of blue\n  Uh, this feels like the opposite of real life\n  On my way to Valhalla on a steel bike\n  Living fantasy like J.K. 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Really family, 'cause my bloodline's ghost (uh-uh)\n  Yeah, it's the life we chose\n  Highways to Hellcats where Angel Wing goes\n  I know I look back, the path went rogue\n  I know I look back, I'm halfway home (I'm halfway home)\n  So far away from where you are\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  And I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  I stopped countin' my age\n  Because my face still look the same\n  So instead of years, I use pain\n  And if that's the case, then I'm 500\n  I been in a race with my trauma, can't outrun it\n  No wonder why I drive like I'm being chased\n  Pack up and move houses instead of renovate\n  Put my newborn daughter to bed at 8\n  Then I'm back on the interstate\n  Chain-smoking, looking like I'm 'bout to hyperventilate\n  Got everything to celebrate on the outside\n  Still none of that eliminates what is inside\n  And since I've gotta find a way to cope\n  I start by reversin' some of the words I wrote\n  Instead of being a demon, be a beacon of hope\n  'Cause one day we're hangin' out\n  The next day you're hangin' from a rope, uh\n  So far away from where you are\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  And I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  Yeah, this feels like the opposite of real life\n  Uh, yeah\n  This feels like the opposite of real life\n  Uh, yeah, mm-mm\n  When you're there\n  A perfect night's a nightmare too\n  I feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\n  Shades of pink and shades of blue\n"},{"id":35832818,"name":"indigo","trackName":"indigo","artistName":"mgk","albumName":"null","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When you're there\nA perfect night's a nightmare too\nI feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\nShades of pink and shades of blue\nUh, this feels like the opposite of real life\nOn my way to Valhalla on a steel bike\nLiving fantasy like J.K. 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Really family, 'cause my bloodline's ghost (uh-uh)\nYeah, it's the life we chose\nHighways to Hellcats where Angel Wing goes\nI know I look back, the path went rogue\nI know I look back, I'm halfway home (I'm halfway home)\nSo far away from where you are\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\nAnd I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\nI stopped countin' my age\nBecause my face still look the same\nSo instead of years, I use pain\nAnd if that's the case, then I'm 500\nI been in a race with my trauma, can't outrun it\nNo wonder why I drive like I'm being chased\nPack up and move houses instead of renovate\nPut my newborn daughter to bed at 8\nThen I'm back on the interstate\nChain-smoking, looking like I'm 'bout to hyperventilate\nGot everything to celebrate on the outside\nStill none of that eliminates what is inside\nAnd since I've gotta find a way to cope\nI start by reversin' some of the words I wrote\nInstead of being a demon, be a beacon of hope\n'Cause one day we're hangin' out\nThe next day you're hangin' from a rope, uh\nSo far away from where you are\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\nAnd I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\n(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nWithout a cause, I know I'm fucked up\nBut I'm not sorry\n(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nI make my own luck\nBecause I don't believe in karma\nYeah, this feels like the opposite of real life\nUh, yeah\nThis feels like the opposite of real life\nUh, yeah, mm-mm\nWhen you're there\nA perfect night's a nightmare too\nI feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\nShades of pink and shades of blue","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: indigo\n  artist: mgk\n  album: 'null'\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When you're there\n  A perfect night's a nightmare too\n  I feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\n  Shades of pink and shades of blue\n  Uh, this feels like the opposite of real life\n  On my way to Valhalla on a steel bike\n  Living fantasy like J.K. 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Really family, 'cause my bloodline's ghost (uh-uh)\n  Yeah, it's the life we chose\n  Highways to Hellcats where Angel Wing goes\n  I know I look back, the path went rogue\n  I know I look back, I'm halfway home (I'm halfway home)\n  So far away from where you are\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  And I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  I stopped countin' my age\n  Because my face still look the same\n  So instead of years, I use pain\n  And if that's the case, then I'm 500\n  I been in a race with my trauma, can't outrun it\n  No wonder why I drive like I'm being chased\n  Pack up and move houses instead of renovate\n  Put my newborn daughter to bed at 8\n  Then I'm back on the interstate\n  Chain-smoking, looking like I'm 'bout to hyperventilate\n  Got everything to celebrate on the outside\n  Still none of that eliminates what is inside\n  And since I've gotta find a way to cope\n  I start by reversin' some of the words I wrote\n  Instead of being a demon, be a beacon of hope\n  'Cause one day we're hangin' out\n  The next day you're hangin' from a rope, uh\n  So far away from where you are\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  And I won't meet you where you are (yeah)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  Without a cause, I know I'm fucked up\n  But I'm not sorry\n  (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  I make my own luck\n  Because I don't believe in karma\n  Yeah, this feels like the opposite of real life\n  Uh, yeah\n  This feels like the opposite of real life\n  Uh, yeah, mm-mm\n  When you're there\n  A perfect night's a nightmare too\n  I feel so cold, I'm hurt with you\n  Shades of pink and shades of blue\n"}]