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'Cause niggas be throwing salt\nMad that I got the sauce, I'ma ball harder\nWay harder than Randy Moss, niggas are getting moss\nLook at my pockets, boy, fatter than Santa Claus\nKnow that I set it off, count the racks, and\nTell me what's the cost, tell me what's the cost, yeah\nNow you lookin' lost, now you lookin' lost, yeah\nLookin' at my swag, and it's hella posh, yeah\nI don't gotta flodge, I don't gotta flodge, yeah\nMake that man nervous, she got head service\nWraps around my head, like a damn turban\nAnd I got a new chick, but she ain't Persian\nNow it's time to riot, let's start, punch it\nMight be a dub to bust at me, on too many drugs to fuck with me\nIf you die before you hate, I pray the Lord your soul to keep\nWait, back to the topic, you mad 'cause flex ain't an option\nTell me, what's a T-Rex to a comet?\nGot your main girl kissin' in my comments\nFlow is hysterical, you sound terrible\nHigh off the chemicals, turn you vegetable, why are you cynical?\nYou are minuscule, drain you of minerals, nothin' but residue\nSo far ahead of you, I'm terrestrial\nFuck a telephone, need a telescope\nPlay with some genitals, intellectual\nEndin' your sentence or cover the envelope (huh?)\nCan't get my steez (why?), never be me\nI got a snake in my jeans, heat up the scene, two hundred degrees\nPedigree vettin' the fleas, excessive, your face mushy peas\nI got my ways, we in Tel Aviv, think that you're Bella Hadid\nSpliff is exhaust, I put your friend in the morgue\nOlympics, I run with the torch, mum should've pressed the abort\nHuh, spliff is exhaust, I put your friend in the morgue\nOlympics, I run with the torch, mum should've pressed the abort, man\nMake that man nervous, she got head service\nWraps around my head, like a damn turban\nAnd I got a new chick, but she ain't Persian\nNow it's time to riot, let's start, punch it\nRiot, riot\nRiot, riot","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.86] Woo\n[00:18.83] Let's start, punch it\n[00:21.11] Look at the way I walk, look at the way I talk\n[00:23.58] Where is the pepper? 'Cause niggas be throwing salt\n[00:25.74] Mad that I got the sauce, I'ma ball harder\n[00:28.02] Way harder than Randy Moss, niggas are getting moss\n[00:30.68] Look at my pockets, boy, fatter than Santa Claus\n[00:32.83] Know that I set it off, count the racks, and\n[00:35.13] Tell me what's the cost, tell me what's the cost, yeah\n[00:38.75] Now you lookin' lost, now you lookin' lost, yeah\n[00:42.15] Lookin' at my swag, and it's hella posh, yeah\n[00:45.73] I don't gotta flodge, I don't gotta flodge, yeah\n[00:49.04] Make that man nervous, she got head service\n[00:52.99] Wraps around my head, like a damn turban\n[00:56.36] And I got a new chick, but she ain't Persian\n[01:00.29] Now it's time to riot, let's start, punch it\n[01:03.25] Might be a dub to bust at me, on too many drugs to fuck with me\n[01:06.65] If you die before you hate, I pray the Lord your soul to keep\n[01:10.15] Wait, back to the topic, you mad 'cause flex ain't an option\n[01:13.93] Tell me, what's a T-Rex to a comet?\n[01:15.74] Got your main girl kissin' in my comments\n[01:17.46] Flow is hysterical, you sound terrible\n[01:19.47] High off the chemicals, turn you vegetable, why are you cynical?\n[01:21.94] You are minuscule, drain you of minerals, nothin' but residue\n[01:24.50] So far ahead of you, I'm terrestrial\n[01:26.53] Fuck a telephone, need a telescope\n[01:28.24] Play with some genitals, intellectual\n[01:30.05] Endin' your sentence or cover the envelope (huh?)\n[01:31.65] Can't get my steez (why?), never be me\n[01:35.19] I got a snake in my jeans, heat up the scene, two hundred degrees\n[01:38.96] Pedigree vettin' the fleas, excessive, your face mushy peas\n[01:42.03] I got my ways, we in Tel Aviv, think that you're Bella Hadid\n[01:45.61] Spliff is exhaust, I put your friend in the morgue\n[01:49.26] Olympics, I run with the torch, mum should've pressed the abort\n[01:52.61] Huh, spliff is exhaust, I put your friend in the morgue\n[01:56.17] Olympics, I run with the torch, mum should've pressed the abort, man\n[02:00.42] Make that man nervous, she got head service\n[02:03.65] Wraps around my head, like a damn turban\n[02:07.12] And I got a new chick, but she ain't Persian\n[02:10.60] Now it's time to riot, let's start, punch it\n[02:13.09] Riot, riot\n[02:20.27] Riot, riot","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Psycho\n  artist: Slowthai\n  album: Psycho\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Woo\n  start_ms: 16860\n  end_ms: 18830\n- text: Let's start, punch it\n  start_ms: 18830\n  end_ms: 21110\n- text: Look at the way I walk, look at the way I talk\n  start_ms: 21110\n  end_ms: 23580\n- text: Where is the pepper? 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