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I been on my tens since back when we was eatin' Morning Star\nAnd waitin' 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?\nPostin' up in Texas every summer like a border czar\nI can see it vivid, August 2015\n\nFlawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressin' through the heat\nCaught they funerals, by grace of God, this music payin' me\nIf I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace\nMy reflection vile to me? I am still they wildest dream\nThankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\nI know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\nAnd today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\nBut a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\nWhat the fuck?\n\nMiss me with your shit (nigga)\nWe just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\nI hope you take offense (uh-huh)\nKeep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\nI'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\nI don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? Nigga)\nI'm in the Lone Star (uh)\nI'm all good\n\nI'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\nI'm all good\nI'm in the Lone Star\nI'm all good (we all good, nigga)\nI'm all good\nI'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n\nI'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\nI'm all good (I'm all, uh)\nI'm all good (we all, we)\nWe all good, nigga\nI'm in the Lone Star","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.31] I'm comin' home from the road\n[00:34.58] To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n[00:40.57] Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n[00:43.89] Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n[00:46.71] Ain't it nice? I mean\n[00:49.10] I'm somebody's wildest dream\n[00:53.22] Miss me with your shit\n[00:54.59] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[00:58.96] I hope you take offense\n[01:00.52] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[01:04.93] I'm in the Lone Star\n[01:07.06] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call\n[01:11.01] I'm in the Lone Star\n[01:13.01] I'm all good\n[01:16.14] She said I don't talk my shit enough, I gotta change that\n[01:19.71] Impostor syndrome? They impostorin' me\n[01:22.05] How you got a dog inside you like Omega Psy Phi\n[01:24.83] But takin' cues from dummies? Niggas in a poison Ivy League\n[01:28.08] Me? I been on my tens since back when we was eatin' Morning Star\n[01:31.42] And waitin' 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?\n[01:34.54] Postin' up in Texas every summer like a border czar\n[01:37.63] I can see it vivid, August 2015\n[01:40.24] Flawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressin' through the heat\n[01:43.01] Caught they funerals, by grace of God, this music payin' me\n[01:46.15] If I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace\n[01:49.09] My reflection vile to me? I am still they wildest dream\n[01:52.31] Thankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\n[01:55.28] I know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\n[01:58.49] And today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\n[02:01.46] But a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\n[02:04.55] What the fuck?\n[02:06.20] Miss me with your shit (nigga)\n[02:07.35] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[02:11.81] I hope you take offense (uh-huh)\n[02:13.59] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[02:17.75] I'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\n[02:19.83] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? Nigga)\n[02:23.92] I'm in the Lone Star (uh)\n[02:26.14] I'm all good\n[02:29.18] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:31.94] I'm all good\n[02:33.79] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:35.04] I'm all good (we all good, nigga)\n[02:37.94] I'm all good\n[02:39.99] I'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n[02:41.50] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:44.25] I'm all good (I'm all, uh)\n[02:47.34] I'm all good (we all, we)\n[02:50.32] We all good, nigga\n[02:52.33] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:54.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: lone star\n  artist: redveil\n  album: lone star\n  duration_ms: 176000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm comin' home from the road\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 34580\n- text: To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n  start_ms: 34580\n  end_ms: 40570\n- text: Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n  start_ms: 40570\n  end_ms: 43890\n- text: Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n  start_ms: 43890\n  end_ms: 46710\n- text: Ain't it nice? 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I am still they wildest dream\n  Thankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\n  I know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\n  And today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\n  But a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\n  What the fuck?\n\n  Miss me with your shit (nigga)\n  We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n  I hope you take offense (uh-huh)\n  Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n  I'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\n  I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? 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Nigga)\nI'm in the Lone Star (uh)\nI'm all good\n\nI'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\nI'm all good\nI'm in the Lone Star\nI'm all good (we all good, nigga)\nI'm all good\nI'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n\nI'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\nI'm all good (I'm all, uh)\nI'm all good (we all, we)\nWe all good, nigga\nI'm in the Lone Star","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.31] I'm comin' home from the road\n[00:34.58] To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n[00:40.57] Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n[00:43.89] Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n[00:46.71] Ain't it nice? I mean\n[00:49.10] I'm somebody's wildest dream\n[00:53.22] Miss me with your shit\n[00:54.59] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[00:58.96] I hope you take offense\n[01:00.52] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[01:04.93] I'm in the Lone Star\n[01:07.06] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call\n[01:11.01] I'm in the Lone Star\n[01:13.01] I'm all good\n[01:16.14] She said I don't talk my shit enough, I gotta change that\n[01:19.71] Impostor syndrome? They impostorin' me\n[01:22.05] How you got a dog inside you like Omega Psy Phi\n[01:24.83] But takin' cues from dummies? Niggas in a poison Ivy League\n[01:28.08] Me? I been on my tens since back when we was eatin' Morning Star\n[01:31.42] And waitin' 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?\n[01:34.54] Postin' up in Texas every summer like a border czar\n[01:37.63] I can see it vivid, August 2015\n[01:40.24] Flawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressin' through the heat\n[01:43.01] Caught they funerals, by grace of God, this music payin' me\n[01:46.15] If I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace\n[01:49.09] My reflection vile to me? I am still they wildest dream\n[01:52.31] Thankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\n[01:55.28] I know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\n[01:58.49] And today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\n[02:01.46] But a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\n[02:04.55] What the fuck?\n[02:06.20] Miss me with your shit (nigga)\n[02:07.35] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[02:11.81] I hope you take offense (uh-huh)\n[02:13.59] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[02:17.75] I'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\n[02:19.83] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? Nigga)\n[02:23.92] I'm in the Lone Star (uh)\n[02:26.14] I'm all good\n[02:29.18] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:31.94] I'm all good\n[02:33.79] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:35.04] I'm all good (we all good, nigga)\n[02:37.94] I'm all good\n[02:39.99] I'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n[02:41.50] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:44.25] I'm all good (I'm all, uh)\n[02:47.34] I'm all good (we all, we)\n[02:50.32] We all good, nigga\n[02:52.33] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:54.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: lone star\n  artist: redveil/Carolyn Malachi\n  album: lone star\n  duration_ms: 184800\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm comin' home from the road\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 34580\n- text: To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n  start_ms: 34580\n  end_ms: 40570\n- text: Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n  start_ms: 40570\n  end_ms: 43890\n- text: Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n  start_ms: 43890\n  end_ms: 46710\n- text: Ain't it nice? 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They impostorin' me\n  start_ms: 79710\n  end_ms: 82050\n- text: How you got a dog inside you like Omega Psy Phi\n  start_ms: 82050\n  end_ms: 84830\n- text: But takin' cues from dummies? Niggas in a poison Ivy League\n  start_ms: 84830\n  end_ms: 88080\n- text: Me? 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I mean\nI'm somebody's wildest dream\n\nMiss me with your shit\nWe just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\nI hope you take offense\nKeep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\nI'm in the Lone Star\nI don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call\nI'm in the Lone Star\nI'm all good\n\nShe said I don't talk my shit enough, I gotta change that\nImpostor syndrome? They impostorin' me\nHow you got a dog inside you like Omega Psy Phi\nBut takin' cues from dummies? Niggas in a poison Ivy League\nMe? I been on my tens since back when we was eatin' Morning Star\nAnd waitin' 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?\nPostin' up in Texas every summer like a border czar\nI can see it vivid, August 2015\n\nFlawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressin' through the heat\nCaught they funerals, by grace of God, this music payin' me\nIf I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace\nMy reflection vile to me? I am still they wildest dream\nThankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\nI know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\nAnd today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\nBut a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\nWhat the fuck?\n\nMiss me with your shit (nigga)\nWe just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\nI hope you take offense (uh-huh)\nKeep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\nI'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\nI don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? Nigga)\nI'm in the Lone Star (uh)\nI'm all good\n\nI'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\nI'm all good\nI'm in the Lone Star\nI'm all good (we all good, nigga)\nI'm all good\nI'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n\nI'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\nI'm all good (I'm all, uh)\nI'm all good (we all, we)\nWe all good, nigga\nI'm in the Lone Star","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.31] I'm comin' home from the road\n[00:34.58] To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n[00:40.57] Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n[00:43.89] Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n[00:46.71] Ain't it nice? I mean\n[00:49.10] I'm somebody's wildest dream\n[00:53.22] Miss me with your shit\n[00:54.59] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[00:58.96] I hope you take offense\n[01:00.52] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[01:04.93] I'm in the Lone Star\n[01:07.06] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call\n[01:11.01] I'm in the Lone Star\n[01:13.01] I'm all good\n[01:16.14] She said I don't talk my shit enough, I gotta change that\n[01:19.71] Impostor syndrome? They impostorin' me\n[01:22.05] How you got a dog inside you like Omega Psy Phi\n[01:24.83] But takin' cues from dummies? Niggas in a poison Ivy League\n[01:28.08] Me? I been on my tens since back when we was eatin' Morning Star\n[01:31.42] And waitin' 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?\n[01:34.54] Postin' up in Texas every summer like a border czar\n[01:37.63] I can see it vivid, August 2015\n[01:40.24] Flawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressin' through the heat\n[01:43.01] Caught they funerals, by grace of God, this music payin' me\n[01:46.15] If I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace\n[01:49.09] My reflection vile to me? I am still they wildest dream\n[01:52.31] Thankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\n[01:55.28] I know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\n[01:58.49] And today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\n[02:01.46] But a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\n[02:04.55] What the fuck?\n[02:06.20] Miss me with your shit (nigga)\n[02:07.35] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[02:11.81] I hope you take offense (uh-huh)\n[02:13.59] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[02:17.75] I'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\n[02:19.83] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? Nigga)\n[02:23.92] I'm in the Lone Star (uh)\n[02:26.14] I'm all good\n[02:29.18] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:31.94] I'm all good\n[02:33.79] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:35.04] I'm all good (we all good, nigga)\n[02:37.94] I'm all good\n[02:39.99] I'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n[02:41.50] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:44.25] I'm all good (I'm all, uh)\n[02:47.34] I'm all good (we all, we)\n[02:50.32] We all good, nigga\n[02:52.33] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:54.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: lone star (Paused)\n  artist: redveil\n  album: sankofa\n  duration_ms: 176295\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm comin' home from the road\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 34580\n- text: To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n  start_ms: 34580\n  end_ms: 40570\n- text: Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n  start_ms: 40570\n  end_ms: 43890\n- text: Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n  start_ms: 43890\n  end_ms: 46710\n- text: Ain't it nice? 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I been on my tens since back when we was eatin' Morning Star\n[01:31.42] And waitin' 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?\n[01:34.54] Postin' up in Texas every summer like a border czar\n[01:37.63] I can see it vivid, August 2015\n[01:40.24] Flawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressin' through the heat\n[01:43.01] Caught they funerals, by grace of God, this music payin' me\n[01:46.15] If I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace\n[01:49.09] My reflection vile to me? 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I am still they wildest dream\n[01:52.31] Thankin' them and all my context for strength and clarity\n[01:55.28] I know that the moments fleetin', but for now got planted feet\n[01:58.49] And today was almost Ice Cube, 1993\n[02:01.46] But a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me\n[02:04.55] What the fuck?\n[02:06.20] Miss me with your shit (nigga)\n[02:07.35] We just slid to the crib, I can't dip so quick, aw\n[02:11.81] I hope you take offense (uh-huh)\n[02:13.59] Keep on blowin' up my celly, I don't give no shit, aw\n[02:17.75] I'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)\n[02:19.83] I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at? Nigga)\n[02:23.92] I'm in the Lone Star (uh)\n[02:26.14] I'm all good\n[02:29.18] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:31.94] I'm all good\n[02:33.79] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:35.04] I'm all good (we all good, nigga)\n[02:37.94] I'm all good\n[02:39.99] I'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)\n[02:41.50] I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)\n[02:44.25] I'm all good (I'm all, uh)\n[02:47.34] I'm all good (we all, we)\n[02:50.32] We all good, nigga\n[02:52.33] I'm in the Lone Star\n[02:54.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lone Star (feat Carolyn Malachi)\n  artist: redveil\n  album: Sankofa\n  duration_ms: 176295\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm comin' home from the road\n  start_ms: 28310\n  end_ms: 34580\n- text: To my baby grand and our baby's grand\n  start_ms: 34580\n  end_ms: 40570\n- text: Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)\n  start_ms: 40570\n  end_ms: 43890\n- text: Full of stew and rice (ain't shit nice)\n  start_ms: 43890\n  end_ms: 46710\n- text: Ain't it nice? 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