[{"id":19879340,"name":"square one","trackName":"square one","artistName":"redveil","albumName":"square one","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey\nBack to square uno\nI'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o\nI don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\nSo I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\nNigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\nIs this expression or I'm comin' to rot\nLet me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\nHope I can trust you\nShow my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands\nWhat an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams\nMoments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples\nMade them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer\nPassin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion\nGraduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom\nWent to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus\nStill got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances\nI blinked and I was sober again\nSeeing the world in the middle of October again\nThis shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel\nI stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win\nI learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest\nThat magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic\nI'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow\nYou pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em\nI said I'm back to square uno (bitch)\nI'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o\nI don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\nSo I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\nNigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\nIs this expression or I'm comin' to rot\nLet me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\nHope I can trust you\nGramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold\nI got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows\nMy son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree\nBut I feel like I got a million more tries to go\nRan around the world more times than I can count\nHad the check clear more times than I can pout\nThen came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor\n'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch\nEver since the room saw them fangs growin' out\nNever left that first square, I got grades goin' out\nThey all in the open for my little boy to see\nI cannot decide if I want him to mirror me\nThe good news is that I don't gotta make a choice\n'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice\nI wish him good luck when he travel down the path\nAnd if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: square one\n  artist: redveil\n  album: square one\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey\n  Back to square uno\n  I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o\n  I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\n  So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\n  Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\n  Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot\n  Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\n  Hope I can trust you\n  Show my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands\n  What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams\n  Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples\n  Made them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer\n  Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion\n  Graduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom\n  Went to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus\n  Still got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances\n  I blinked and I was sober again\n  Seeing the world in the middle of October again\n  This shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel\n  I stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win\n  I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest\n  That magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic\n  I'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow\n  You pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em\n  I said I'm back to square uno (bitch)\n  I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o\n  I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\n  So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\n  Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\n  Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot\n  Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\n  Hope I can trust you\n  Gramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold\n  I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows\n  My son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree\n  But I feel like I got a million more tries to go\n  Ran around the world more times than I can count\n  Had the check clear more times than I can pout\n  Then came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor\n  'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch\n  Ever since the room saw them fangs growin' out\n  Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out\n  They all in the open for my little boy to see\n  I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me\n  The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice\n  'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice\n  I wish him good luck when he travel down the path\n  And if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice\n"},{"id":33958592,"name":"square one","trackName":"square one","artistName":"redveil","albumName":"square one","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey\nBack to square uno\nI'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o\nI don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\nSo I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\nNigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\nIs this expression or I'm comin' to rot\nLet me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\nHope I can trust you\nShow my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands\nWhat an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams\nMoments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples\nMade them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer\nPassin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion\nGraduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom\nWent to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus\nStill got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances\nI blinked and I was sober again\nSeeing the world in the middle of October again\nThis shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel\nI stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win\nI learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest\nThat magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic\nI'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow\nYou pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em\nI said I'm back to square uno (bitch)\nI'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o\nI don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\nSo I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\nNigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\nIs this expression or I'm comin' to rot\nLet me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\nHope I can trust you\nGramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold\nI got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows\nMy son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree\nBut I feel like I got a million more tries to go\nRan around the world more times than I can count\nHad the check clear more times than I can pout\nThen came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor\n'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch\nEver since the room saw them fangs growin' out\nNever left that first square, I got grades goin' out\nThey all in the open for my little boy to see\nI cannot decide if I want him to mirror me\nThe good news is that I don't gotta make a choice\n'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice\nI wish him good luck when he travel down the path\nAnd if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: square one\n  artist: redveil\n  album: square one\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey\n  Back to square uno\n  I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o\n  I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\n  So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\n  Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\n  Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot\n  Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\n  Hope I can trust you\n  Show my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands\n  What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams\n  Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples\n  Made them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer\n  Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion\n  Graduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom\n  Went to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus\n  Still got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances\n  I blinked and I was sober again\n  Seeing the world in the middle of October again\n  This shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel\n  I stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win\n  I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest\n  That magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic\n  I'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow\n  You pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em\n  I said I'm back to square uno (bitch)\n  I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o\n  I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted\n  So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes\n  Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?\n  Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot\n  Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot\n  Hope I can trust you\n  Gramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold\n  I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows\n  My son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree\n  But I feel like I got a million more tries to go\n  Ran around the world more times than I can count\n  Had the check clear more times than I can pout\n  Then came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor\n  'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch\n  Ever since the room saw them fangs growin' out\n  Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out\n  They all in the open for my little boy to see\n  I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me\n  The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice\n  'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice\n  I wish him good luck when he travel down the path\n  And if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice\n"}]