[{"id":10645644,"name":"T N Biscuits","trackName":"T N Biscuits","artistName":"slowthai","albumName":"T N Biscuits","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drug dealer\nI wear Nike, not Fila\nLean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa\nI've had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up\nMainstream tunes, couldn't make one\nThat was mathematics for the class clown dunce\n\nABC's I wanted Q's\nGet a B, make 2\nCrime Watch, mandem face on news\nDirects spamming, pay me dues\nGreed for money, gas like juice\nTake it lightly, it's just food\nCertain man haffi kill off the mood\nCome like Christmas, why be Scrooge?\n\nOn a serious note, I joke\nAnd it's serious blow I smoke\nJump on a beat like a frog off a boat\nTake a leap, just float\nTake a leaf out my book, I know\nTried to believe them, lost all hope\nI just wanna chill, go home\nJump on my push-bike and I zone\n\nRing ring ring, answer my phone\nGetting sick of my own ringtone\nPedal on shit so 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