[{"id":4198172,"name":"Lonicera","trackName":"Lonicera","artistName":"redveil","albumName":"Bittersweet Cry","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a minute since I stumbled out my grave, nigga\nCaught me in the concrete, put my name in the pavement\nWalking back and forth but\nI never travel to save my life\nI'm pacing and my brain panicking, need a face-lift\nOr a fuck to give\nI'm in the guts like appendix you niggas new to this\nMy rap shit lucrative\nI'm haphazardly duckin rats I feel like a fugitive\nShe thinkin that I'm a baby, that shit is ludicrous\nHvmor be the label all you other niggas humorous\nAnd I been setting waves since I slid outside of that uterus\nThat was April 20 but now it's time to get used to this\nThe boy killing shit like he cyanide from a lunatic\nMetabolism fast so I'm eatin, but I ain't flexin' it\nBut when the money counter keep going, that shit is deafening\nAnd i'm wiping the game like I went to reselling [?]\nMy nigga it's the reckoning\nYeah\n\nI've been a menace since I crawled up out that crib\nThey told me I'm a phony, I'm a faggot, I'm a bitch\nBut honestly I'm better than like all of them kids\nAnd if they really wanna test me I'll be leaving them stitched\nStuck in my head with these voices, always screaming at me\nI keep my head above the water and my shoes on my feet\nI've been gone for like a week and I still ain't got calls\nSo why the fuck you gettin weird when I say so long\nThese stupid rappers are actors, always cap in their songs\nBut when I'm spittin real shit they say I'm doin it wrong\nThat's the problem with these kids they all thinkin they gods\nBut when it comes to really proving it they takin a loss\nThey think they the boss, they gettin lost in the sauce\nBut they ain't gucci, they be Zumiez and they ripping you off\nI mean shit, you ain't need that 85 dollar t-shirt\nYou worshiping a brand, don't your skinny jean knees hurt?\nI'll pop you motherfuckers like a front side reaver\nAnd cut up your bloodline like mothafuckin leaver\nI'm really bout my business, and you really don't get it\nIf you call me shit but Willie then you really gon regret it\nYou mad and pretentious, you all in my mentions\nYou come for my throne, bitch, you know I'll defend it\nLike\n\nKinda hard to give a fuck while im rolling in the benz\nAnd don't call it luck when I fulfill my destiny\nI'm grinding on the daily with intensity\nI hear _\nBut not enough demonstrating\nAnd what they say they gonna do\nIf they catch me on the street\nI wish somebody would fucking step up to me\nToo many of y'all be uppity\nIts time to set the record straight\nIve been humble for way too long\nSo I guess that I'ma flex today\nTrust me man, I know my bars open up heavens gates\nI know I'm not _ but god said fuck it i'ma make some space\nEverybody sleep walking while I fucking levitate\nSlowly rotting away while I'm fresh to death today\nThey bitch and they complain but thats just not affecting me\nGoddamn, I'm feeling great, man\nYou wish you could relate\nI'm loving how im living and yall living the hate\n\nI guess I got my swagger back\nTrue fucking swag man\nI want my 40 acres and a mule cause nigga\nIm living proof with a hand loose\nAnd _ rights to move\nYou dont want these bullets, lil nigga\nGo ahead take the noose\nBetter yet\nHave a crucifixion to be honest\nIm sorry for all my vivid depictions\nNot really though\nMy mind stating between a rocking a hard place\nAnd just cause everyone special\nThat dont mean we all great\nAs much as you dont like it\nHonest truth, we all hate\n___\nI let the ink go, down the pages\nMenace 40, aint no mercy\nThis aint no Marvin Gaye shit\nAye, look, mama\nI almost halfway made it\nRemember times when we was living outta that basement\nI just keep writing on her _\nCause everybodys looking for approval\nFrom people who think theyre less theyre than\nThat shit is crucial\nIf the game had one\nI would be a star pupil\nDon't let these niggas use you\nRemember you the spark of light in the dark among the jewels\nForget everything I said I was kidding\nTripled the _ so you could find me on my entrance\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lonicera\n  artist: redveil\n  album: Bittersweet Cry\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a minute since I stumbled out my grave, nigga\n  Caught me in the concrete, put my name in the pavement\n  Walking back and forth but\n  I never travel to save my life\n  I'm pacing and my brain panicking, need a face-lift\n  Or a fuck to give\n  I'm in the guts like appendix you niggas new to this\n  My rap shit lucrative\n  I'm haphazardly duckin rats I feel like a fugitive\n  She thinkin that I'm a baby, that shit is ludicrous\n  Hvmor be the label all you other niggas humorous\n  And I been setting waves since I slid outside of that uterus\n  That was April 20 but now it's time to get used to this\n  The boy killing shit like he cyanide from a lunatic\n  Metabolism fast so I'm eatin, but I ain't flexin' it\n  But when the money counter keep going, that shit is deafening\n  And i'm wiping the game like I went to reselling [?]\n  My nigga it's the reckoning\n  Yeah\n\n  I've been a menace since I crawled up out that crib\n  They told me I'm a phony, I'm a faggot, I'm a bitch\n  But honestly I'm better than like all of them kids\n  And if they really wanna test me I'll be leaving them stitched\n  Stuck in my head with these voices, always screaming at me\n  I keep my head above the water and my shoes on my feet\n  I've been gone for like a week and I still ain't got calls\n  So why the fuck you gettin weird when I say so long\n  These stupid rappers are actors, always cap in their songs\n  But when I'm spittin real shit they say I'm doin it wrong\n  That's the problem with these kids they all thinkin they gods\n  But when it comes to really proving it they takin a loss\n  They think they the boss, they gettin lost in the sauce\n  But they ain't gucci, they be Zumiez and they ripping you off\n  I mean shit, you ain't need that 85 dollar t-shirt\n  You worshiping a brand, don't your skinny jean knees hurt?\n  I'll pop you motherfuckers like a front side reaver\n  And cut up your bloodline like mothafuckin leaver\n  I'm really bout my business, and you really don't get it\n  If you call me shit but Willie then you really gon regret it\n  You mad and pretentious, you all in my mentions\n  You come for my throne, bitch, you know I'll defend it\n  Like\n\n  Kinda hard to give a fuck while im rolling in the benz\n  And don't call it luck when I fulfill my destiny\n  I'm grinding on the daily with intensity\n  I hear _\n  But not enough demonstrating\n  And what they say they gonna do\n  If they catch me on the street\n  I wish somebody would fucking step up to me\n  Too many of y'all be uppity\n  Its time to set the record straight\n  Ive been humble for way too long\n  So I guess that I'ma flex today\n  Trust me man, I know my bars open up heavens gates\n  I know I'm not _ but god said fuck it i'ma make some space\n  Everybody sleep walking while I fucking levitate\n  Slowly rotting away while I'm fresh to death today\n  They bitch and they complain but thats just not affecting me\n  Goddamn, I'm feeling great, man\n  You wish you could relate\n  I'm loving how im living and yall living the hate\n\n  I guess I got my swagger back\n  True fucking swag man\n  I want my 40 acres and a mule cause nigga\n  Im living proof with a hand loose\n  And _ rights to move\n  You dont want these bullets, lil nigga\n  Go ahead take the noose\n  Better yet\n  Have a crucifixion to be honest\n  Im sorry for all my vivid depictions\n  Not really though\n  My mind stating between a rocking a hard place\n  And just cause everyone special\n  That dont mean we all great\n  As much as you dont like it\n  Honest truth, we all hate\n  ___\n  I let the ink go, down the pages\n  Menace 40, aint no mercy\n  This aint no Marvin Gaye shit\n  Aye, look, mama\n  I almost halfway made it\n  Remember times when we was living outta that basement\n  I just keep writing on her _\n  Cause everybodys looking for approval\n  From people who think theyre less theyre than\n  That shit is crucial\n  If the game had one\n  I would be a star pupil\n  Don't let these niggas use you\n  Remember you the spark of light in the dark among the jewels\n  Forget everything I said I was kidding\n  Tripled the _ so you could find me on my entrance\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":7093438,"name":"Lonicera (feat. BEARKID, REFUGIO & 03 Lock)","trackName":"Lonicera (feat. BEARKID, REFUGIO & 03 Lock)","artistName":"redveil","albumName":"Bittersweet Cry","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a minute since I stumbled out my grave, nigga\nCaught me in the concrete, put my name in the pavement\nWalking back and forth but\nI never travel to save my life\nI'm pacing and my brain panicking, need a face-lift\nOr a fuck to give\nI'm in the guts like appendix you niggas new to this\nMy rap shit lucrative\nI'm haphazardly duckin rats I feel like a fugitive\nShe thinkin that I'm a baby, that shit is ludicrous\nHvmor be the label all you other niggas humorous\nAnd I been setting waves since I slid outside of that uterus\nThat was April 20 but now it's time to get used to this\nThe boy killing shit like he cyanide from a lunatic\nMetabolism fast so I'm eatin, but I ain't flexin' it\nBut when the money counter keep going, that shit is deafening\nAnd i'm wiping the game like I went to reselling [?]\nMy nigga it's the reckoning\nYeah\n\nI've been a menace since I crawled up out that crib\nThey told me I'm a phony, I'm a faggot, I'm a bitch\nBut honestly I'm better than like all of them kids\nAnd if they really wanna test me I'll be leaving them stitched\nStuck in my head with these voices, always screaming at me\nI keep my head above the water and my shoes on my feet\nI've been gone for like a week and I still ain't got calls\nSo why the fuck you gettin weird when I say so long\nThese stupid rappers are actors, always cap in their songs\nBut when I'm spittin real shit they say I'm doin it wrong\nThat's the problem with these kids they all thinkin they gods\nBut when it comes to really proving it they takin a loss\nThey think they the boss, they gettin lost in the sauce\nBut they ain't gucci, they be Zumiez and they ripping you off\nI mean shit, you ain't need that 85 dollar t-shirt\nYou worshiping a brand, don't your skinny jean knees hurt?\nI'll pop you motherfuckers like a front side reaver\nAnd cut up your bloodline like mothafuckin leaver\nI'm really bout my business, and you really don't get it\nIf you call me shit but Willie then you really gon regret it\nYou mad and pretentious, you all in my mentions\nYou come for my throne, bitch, you know I'll defend it\nLike\n\nKinda hard to give a fuck while im rolling in the benz\nAnd don't call it luck when I fulfill my destiny\nI'm grinding on the daily with intensity\nI hear _\nBut not enough demonstrating\nAnd what they say they gonna do\nIf they catch me on the street\nI wish somebody would fucking step up to me\nToo many of y'all be uppity\nIts time to set the record straight\nIve been humble for way too long\nSo I guess that I'ma flex today\nTrust me man, I know my bars open up heavens gates\nI know I'm not _ but god said fuck it i'ma make some space\nEverybody sleep walking while I fucking levitate\nSlowly rotting away while I'm fresh to death today\nThey bitch and they complain but thats just not affecting me\nGoddamn, I'm feeling great, man\nYou wish you could relate\nI'm loving how im living and yall living the hate\n\nI guess I got my swagger back\nTrue fucking swag man\nI want my 40 acres and a mule cause nigga\nIm living proof with a hand loose\nAnd _ rights to move\nYou dont want these bullets, lil nigga\nGo ahead take the noose\nBetter yet\nHave a crucifixion to be honest\nIm sorry for all my vivid depictions\nNot really though\nMy mind stating between a rocking a hard place\nAnd just cause everyone special\nThat dont mean we all great\nAs much as you dont like it\nHonest truth, we all hate\n___\nI let the ink go, down the pages\nMenace 40, aint no mercy\nThis aint no Marvin Gaye shit\nAye, look, mama\nI almost halfway made it\nRemember times when we was living outta that basement\nI just keep writing on her _\nCause everybodys looking for approval\nFrom people who think theyre less theyre than\nThat shit is crucial\nIf the game had one\nI would be a star pupil\nDon't let these niggas use you\nRemember you the spark of light in the dark among the jewels\nForget everything I said I was kidding\nTripled the _ so you could find me on my entrance\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lonicera (feat. BEARKID, REFUGIO & 03 Lock)\n  artist: redveil\n  album: Bittersweet Cry\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a minute since I stumbled out my grave, nigga\n  Caught me in the concrete, put my name in the pavement\n  Walking back and forth but\n  I never travel to save my life\n  I'm pacing and my brain panicking, need a face-lift\n  Or a fuck to give\n  I'm in the guts like appendix you niggas new to this\n  My rap shit lucrative\n  I'm haphazardly duckin rats I feel like a fugitive\n  She thinkin that I'm a baby, that shit is ludicrous\n  Hvmor be the label all you other niggas humorous\n  And I been setting waves since I slid outside of that uterus\n  That was April 20 but now it's time to get used to this\n  The boy killing shit like he cyanide from a lunatic\n  Metabolism fast so I'm eatin, but I ain't flexin' it\n  But when the money counter keep going, that shit is deafening\n  And i'm wiping the game like I went to reselling [?]\n  My nigga it's the reckoning\n  Yeah\n\n  I've been a menace since I crawled up out that crib\n  They told me I'm a phony, I'm a faggot, I'm a bitch\n  But honestly I'm better than like all of them kids\n  And if they really wanna test me I'll be leaving them stitched\n  Stuck in my head with these voices, always screaming at me\n  I keep my head above the water and my shoes on my feet\n  I've been gone for like a week and I still ain't got calls\n  So why the fuck you gettin weird when I say so long\n  These stupid rappers are actors, always cap in their songs\n  But when I'm spittin real shit they say I'm doin it wrong\n  That's the problem with these kids they all thinkin they gods\n  But when it comes to really proving it they takin a loss\n  They think they the boss, they gettin lost in the sauce\n  But they ain't gucci, they be Zumiez and they ripping you off\n  I mean shit, you ain't need that 85 dollar t-shirt\n  You worshiping a brand, don't your skinny jean knees hurt?\n  I'll pop you motherfuckers like a front side reaver\n  And cut up your bloodline like mothafuckin leaver\n  I'm really bout my business, and you really don't get it\n  If you call me shit but Willie then you really gon regret it\n  You mad and pretentious, you all in my mentions\n  You come for my throne, bitch, you know I'll defend it\n  Like\n\n  Kinda hard to give a fuck while im rolling in the benz\n  And don't call it luck when I fulfill my destiny\n  I'm grinding on the daily with intensity\n  I hear _\n  But not enough demonstrating\n  And what they say they gonna do\n  If they catch me on the street\n  I wish somebody would fucking step up to me\n  Too many of y'all be uppity\n  Its time to set the record straight\n  Ive been humble for way too long\n  So I guess that I'ma flex today\n  Trust me man, I know my bars open up heavens gates\n  I know I'm not _ but god said fuck it i'ma make some space\n  Everybody sleep walking while I fucking levitate\n  Slowly rotting away while I'm fresh to death today\n  They bitch and they complain but thats just not affecting me\n  Goddamn, I'm feeling great, man\n  You wish you could relate\n  I'm loving how im living and yall living the hate\n\n  I guess I got my swagger back\n  True fucking swag man\n  I want my 40 acres and a mule cause nigga\n  Im living proof with a hand loose\n  And _ rights to move\n  You dont want these bullets, lil nigga\n  Go ahead take the noose\n  Better yet\n  Have a crucifixion to be honest\n  Im sorry for all my vivid depictions\n  Not really though\n  My mind stating between a rocking a hard place\n  And just cause everyone special\n  That dont mean we all great\n  As much as you dont like it\n  Honest truth, we all hate\n  ___\n  I let the ink go, down the pages\n  Menace 40, aint no mercy\n  This aint no Marvin Gaye shit\n  Aye, look, mama\n  I almost halfway made it\n  Remember times when we was living outta that basement\n  I just keep writing on her _\n  Cause everybodys looking for approval\n  From people who think theyre less theyre than\n  That shit is crucial\n  If the game had one\n  I would be a star pupil\n  Don't let these niggas use you\n  Remember you the spark of light in the dark among the jewels\n  Forget everything I said I was kidding\n  Tripled the _ so you could find me on my entrance\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":4198171,"name":"Lonicera (feat. 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Junior Flores, William Orso & 03 Lock","albumName":"Bittersweet Cry","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a minute since I stumbled out my grave, nigga\nCaught me in the concrete, put my name in the pavement\nWalking back and forth but\nI never travel to save my life\nI'm pacing and my brain panicking, need a face-lift\nOr a fuck to give\nI'm in the guts like appendix you niggas new to this\nMy rap shit lucrative\nI'm haphazardly duckin rats I feel like a fugitive\nShe thinkin that I'm a baby, that shit is ludicrous\nHvmor be the label all you other niggas humorous\nAnd I been setting waves since I slid outside of that uterus\nThat was April 20 but now it's time to get used to this\nThe boy killing shit like he cyanide from a lunatic\nMetabolism fast so I'm eatin, but I ain't flexin' it\nBut when the money counter keep going, that shit is deafening\nAnd i'm wiping the game like I went to reselling [?]\nMy nigga it's the reckoning\nYeah\n\nI've been a menace since I crawled up out that crib\nThey told me I'm a phony, I'm a faggot, I'm a bitch\nBut honestly I'm better than like all of them kids\nAnd if they really wanna test me I'll be leaving them stitched\nStuck in my head with these voices, always screaming at me\nI keep my head above the water and my shoes on my feet\nI've been gone for like a week and I still ain't got calls\nSo why the fuck you gettin weird when I say so long\nThese stupid rappers are actors, always cap in their songs\nBut when I'm spittin real shit they say I'm doin it wrong\nThat's the problem with these kids they all thinkin they gods\nBut when it comes to really proving it they takin a loss\nThey think they the boss, they gettin lost in the sauce\nBut they ain't gucci, they be Zumiez and they ripping you off\nI mean shit, you ain't need that 85 dollar t-shirt\nYou worshiping a brand, don't your skinny jean knees hurt?\nI'll pop you motherfuckers like a front side reaver\nAnd cut up your bloodline like mothafuckin leaver\nI'm really bout my business, and you really don't get it\nIf you call me shit but Willie then you really gon regret it\nYou mad and pretentious, you all in my mentions\nYou come for my throne, bitch, you know I'll defend it\nLike\n\nKinda hard to give a fuck while im rolling in the benz\nAnd don't call it luck when I fulfill my destiny\nI'm grinding on the daily with intensity\nI hear _\nBut not enough demonstrating\nAnd what they say they gonna do\nIf they catch me on the street\nI wish somebody would fucking step up to me\nToo many of y'all be uppity\nIts time to set the record straight\nIve been humble for way too long\nSo I guess that I'ma flex today\nTrust me man, I know my bars open up heavens gates\nI know I'm not _ but god said fuck it i'ma make some space\nEverybody sleep walking while I fucking levitate\nSlowly rotting away while I'm fresh to death today\nThey bitch and they complain but thats just not affecting me\nGoddamn, I'm feeling great, man\nYou wish you could relate\nI'm loving how im living and yall living the hate\n\nI guess I got my swagger back\nTrue fucking swag man\nI want my 40 acres and a mule cause nigga\nIm living proof with a hand loose\nAnd _ rights to move\nYou dont want these bullets, lil nigga\nGo ahead take the noose\nBetter yet\nHave a crucifixion to be honest\nIm sorry for all my vivid depictions\nNot really though\nMy mind stating between a rocking a hard place\nAnd just cause everyone special\nThat dont mean we all great\nAs much as you dont like it\nHonest truth, we all hate\n___\nI let the ink go, down the pages\nMenace 40, aint no mercy\nThis aint no Marvin Gaye shit\nAye, look, mama\nI almost halfway made it\nRemember times when we was living outta that basement\nI just keep writing on her _\nCause everybodys looking for approval\nFrom people who think theyre less theyre than\nThat shit is crucial\nIf the game had one\nI would be a star pupil\nDon't let these niggas use you\nRemember you the spark of light in the dark among the jewels\nForget everything I said I was kidding\nTripled the _ so you could find me on my entrance\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lonicera (feat. Junior Flores, William Orso & 03 Lock)\n  artist: redveil feat. Junior Flores, William Orso & 03 Lock\n  album: Bittersweet Cry\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a minute since I stumbled out my grave, nigga\n  Caught me in the concrete, put my name in the pavement\n  Walking back and forth but\n  I never travel to save my life\n  I'm pacing and my brain panicking, need a face-lift\n  Or a fuck to give\n  I'm in the guts like appendix you niggas new to this\n  My rap shit lucrative\n  I'm haphazardly duckin rats I feel like a fugitive\n  She thinkin that I'm a baby, that shit is ludicrous\n  Hvmor be the label all you other niggas humorous\n  And I been setting waves since I slid outside of that uterus\n  That was April 20 but now it's time to get used to this\n  The boy killing shit like he cyanide from a lunatic\n  Metabolism fast so I'm eatin, but I ain't flexin' it\n  But when the money counter keep going, that shit is deafening\n  And i'm wiping the game like I went to reselling [?]\n  My nigga it's the reckoning\n  Yeah\n\n  I've been a menace since I crawled up out that crib\n  They told me I'm a phony, I'm a faggot, I'm a bitch\n  But honestly I'm better than like all of them kids\n  And if they really wanna test me I'll be leaving them stitched\n  Stuck in my head with these voices, always screaming at me\n  I keep my head above the water and my shoes on my feet\n  I've been gone for like a week and I still ain't got calls\n  So why the fuck you gettin weird when I say so long\n  These stupid rappers are actors, always cap in their songs\n  But when I'm spittin real shit they say I'm doin it wrong\n  That's the problem with these kids they all thinkin they gods\n  But when it comes to really proving it they takin a loss\n  They think they the boss, they gettin lost in the sauce\n  But they ain't gucci, they be Zumiez and they ripping you off\n  I mean shit, you ain't need that 85 dollar t-shirt\n  You worshiping a brand, don't your skinny jean knees hurt?\n  I'll pop you motherfuckers like a front side reaver\n  And cut up your bloodline like mothafuckin leaver\n  I'm really bout my business, and you really don't get it\n  If you call me shit but Willie then you really gon regret it\n  You mad and pretentious, you all in my mentions\n  You come for my throne, bitch, you know I'll defend it\n  Like\n\n  Kinda hard to give a fuck while im rolling in the benz\n  And don't call it luck when I fulfill my destiny\n  I'm grinding on the daily with intensity\n  I hear _\n  But not enough demonstrating\n  And what they say they gonna do\n  If they catch me on the street\n  I wish somebody would fucking step up to me\n  Too many of y'all be uppity\n  Its time to set the record straight\n  Ive been humble for way too long\n  So I guess that I'ma flex today\n  Trust me man, I know my bars open up heavens gates\n  I know I'm not _ but god said fuck it i'ma make some space\n  Everybody sleep walking while I fucking levitate\n  Slowly rotting away while I'm fresh to death today\n  They bitch and they complain but thats just not affecting me\n  Goddamn, I'm feeling great, man\n  You wish you could relate\n  I'm loving how im living and yall living the hate\n\n  I guess I got my swagger back\n  True fucking swag man\n  I want my 40 acres and a mule cause nigga\n  Im living proof with a hand loose\n  And _ rights to move\n  You dont want these bullets, lil nigga\n  Go ahead take the noose\n  Better yet\n  Have a crucifixion to be honest\n  Im sorry for all my vivid depictions\n  Not really though\n  My mind stating between a rocking a hard place\n  And just cause everyone special\n  That dont mean we all great\n  As much as you dont like it\n  Honest truth, we all hate\n  ___\n  I let the ink go, down the pages\n  Menace 40, aint no mercy\n  This aint no Marvin Gaye shit\n  Aye, look, mama\n  I almost halfway made it\n  Remember times when we was living outta that basement\n  I just keep writing on her _\n  Cause everybodys looking for approval\n  From people who think theyre less theyre than\n  That shit is crucial\n  If the game had one\n  I would be a star pupil\n  Don't let these niggas use you\n  Remember you the spark of light in the dark among the jewels\n  Forget everything I said I was kidding\n  Tripled the _ so you could find me on my entrance\n  Bitch\n"}]