[{"id":24386192,"name":"pretty toxic revolver","trackName":"pretty toxic revolver","artistName":"mgk","albumName":"lockdown sessions","duration":166.093,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nDanger, one of us just lost our savior\nGotta maintain when you're going insane, so I say this prayer\nDear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger?\nAnd do you even exist? They're trying to say it's a myth\nLotta things left unsaid, lotta things left unanswered\nMy aunt just passed from cancer\nDad just got out of rehab\nAnd mom's never gonna show up, gotta grow up\nRide with me through the memories inside of me\n'Til the nights I was hooked on the ivory\nHead hurting all week 'cause of bad coke\nThen the same week Peep overdosed, that's fucked up\nBut I guess I lucked up\nAnd I feel his pain because it probably won't be until\nThe day I die that they love us\nBut trust, every nomination I don't get\nEvery list that I ain't on\nIs a reminder of why I wrote songs in the first place\nAs a way to escape where I came from\n\nThis just my pretty toxic\nHeavy conscience weighing on my soul\nSix shots in my revolver\nWhen I'm on my own\n\nPlay this song\nOn the first day I am gone, I do not want you to cry\nLegends never die, I hope our story's told\nAnd the year spent on that road\nBefore they came to our shows\nWe were creating our lane, I hope they pave it in gold\nTake me home, somewhere I belong\nSomewhere foreign, looks like Dali's drawing\nYeah, isn't it funny that whenever you got a vision\nA mission and a couple of plans to go with it\nSomebody gotta come along mad and damage it\nLike a cancer that inhabits never banishes\nI managed to smoke five grams of cannabis\nAnd still keep my stamina for the fans and the goddamn cameras\nThat attack my stance like evangelists\nI said truth and they couldn't handle it\nSo when it sinks you stand in it\nI guess this is my Titanic\nWith no James Cameron to direct this draft of it\nJust my\n\nPretty toxic heavy conscience\nWeighing on my soul\nSix shots in my revolver\nWhen I'm on my own\n\nBack against the wall\nIt got me anxious\nHelpless, frigid, cold\nLate nights drinking on my own\nNow I'm fearless, Al Capone\nTo my dearest, I ain't gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.03] Yeah\n[00:15.24] Danger, one of us just lost our savior\n[00:19.40] Gotta maintain when you're going insane, so I say this prayer\n[00:22.78] Dear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger?\n[00:26.54] And do you even exist? They're trying to say it's a myth\n[00:29.19] Lotta things left unsaid, lotta things left unanswered\n[00:31.83] My aunt just passed from cancer\n[00:33.38] Dad just got out of rehab\n[00:34.61] And mom's never gonna show up, gotta grow up\n[00:37.06] Ride with me through the memories inside of me\n[00:39.05] 'Til the nights I was hooked on the ivory\n[00:40.96] Head hurting all week 'cause of bad coke\n[00:42.72] Then the same week Peep overdosed, that's fucked up\n[00:45.05] But I guess I lucked up\n[00:46.53] And I feel his pain because it probably won't be until\n[00:48.42] The day I die that they love us\n[00:50.64] But trust, every nomination I don't get\n[00:52.90] Every list that I ain't on\n[00:54.20] Is a reminder of why I wrote songs in the first place\n[00:56.71] As a way to escape where I came from\n[00:58.52] This just my pretty toxic\n[01:01.53] Heavy conscience weighing on my soul\n[01:06.79] Six shots in my revolver\n[01:10.68] When I'm on my own\n[01:13.47] Play this song\n[01:14.65] On the first day I am gone, I do not want you to cry\n[01:18.50] Legends never die, I hope our story's told\n[01:22.03] And the year spent on that road\n[01:23.94] Before they came to our shows\n[01:25.56] We were creating our lane, I hope they pave it in gold\n[01:28.29] Take me home, somewhere I belong\n[01:31.88] Somewhere foreign, looks like Dali's drawing\n[01:35.60] Yeah, isn't it funny that whenever you got a vision\n[01:37.89] A mission and a couple of plans to go with it\n[01:39.56] Somebody gotta come along mad and damage it\n[01:41.44] Like a cancer that inhabits never banishes\n[01:43.49] I managed to smoke five grams of cannabis\n[01:45.49] And still keep my stamina for the fans and the goddamn cameras\n[01:48.33] That attack my stance like evangelists\n[01:50.30] I said truth and they couldn't handle it\n[01:52.36] So when it sinks you stand in it\n[01:54.49] I guess this is my Titanic\n[01:55.87] With no James Cameron to direct this draft of it\n[01:57.79] Just my\n[01:58.64] Pretty toxic heavy conscience\n[02:02.40] Weighing on my soul\n[02:05.81] Six shots in my revolver\n[02:09.79] When I'm on my own\n[02:11.61] Back against the wall\n[02:12.82] It got me anxious\n[02:14.30] Helpless, frigid, cold\n[02:17.13] Late nights drinking on my own\n[02:20.85] Now I'm fearless, Al Capone\n[02:24.50] To my dearest, I ain't gone\n[02:27.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: pretty toxic revolver\n artist: mgk\n album: lockdown sessions\n duration_ms: 166093\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 7030\n end_ms: 15240\n- text: Danger, one of us just lost our savior\n start_ms: 15240\n end_ms: 19400\n- text: Gotta maintain when you're going insane, so I say this prayer\n start_ms: 19400\n end_ms: 22780\n- text: Dear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger?\n start_ms: 22780\n end_ms: 26540\n- text: And do you even exist? 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