[{"id":14340783,"name":"Feeling It","trackName":"Feeling It","artistName":"Teeway","albumName":"Feeling It","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Mokuba Lives Beats)\n\nBeen missing, I ain't feeling it\nBro told me hit the bando and keep killing it\nThey took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs\nI hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip\nWhen I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead\nSame time bro-bro sauced up a neck\nI probably gotta get my mind sorted a second\nBut Ash need me, keeps calling again\n\nSuttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs\nThe weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband\nI could've text her and done me a quick two\nThem niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\nAnd Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs\nBut I already know, I ain't gonna reply back\nMy pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap\nI really put work in the floor in the high flats\n\nI should've never forced myself on the fast train\nBut we was 15 with raps of the class A\nAnd now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG\nThey gave bro life and that's why my heart ache\nCah I was in class assaulting my classmates\nAnd then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust\nSo me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break\nI ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n\nFuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\nCivils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\nI'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\nCah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\nAnd you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\nDo it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\nAnd suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\nCah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n\nMy sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway\nI tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye\nHe choking out, he can't breath, this the powers\nHe been at it for hours like he's battling a court case\nCatting for the sorbet\nBro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours\nSummertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers\nFoot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward\nBut I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award\n\nI ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion\nGold my block for dutty and stiff chapping\nHe ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting\nBut either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed\nEither way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted\nI mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it\nWe could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage\nBut when they took T-Sav back, it all halted\n\nTell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen\nI'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin\nThe hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin\nThen bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'\nI'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman\nWe make bands then the askaar 'nap gang\nFucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man\nI need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan\n\nMy man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?\nMy nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke\nI got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan\nSo when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke\nI used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook\nSo I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home\nOur mummy begs me stop switching up my phone\nCah she can't get through, she panics and call bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.60] (Mokuba Lives Beats)\n[00:18.34] Been missing, I ain't feeling it\n[00:19.62] Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it\n[00:22.07] They took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs\n[00:24.11] I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip\n[00:26.63] When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead\n[00:28.93] Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck\n[00:31.03] I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second\n[00:33.52] But Ash need me, keeps calling again\n[00:35.65] Suttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs\n[00:38.08] The weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband\n[00:40.30] I could've text her and done me a quick two\n[00:42.58] Them niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\n[00:44.88] And Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs\n[00:47.25] But I already know, I ain't gonna reply back\n[00:49.34] My pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap\n[00:51.89] I really put work in the floor in the high flats\n[00:54.05] I should've never forced myself on the fast train\n[00:56.32] But we was 15 with raps of the class A\n[00:58.89] And now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG\n[01:01.16] They gave bro life and that's why my heart ache\n[01:03.23] Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates\n[01:05.63] And then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust\n[01:07.85] So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break\n[01:10.39] I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n[01:12.75] Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\n[01:14.98] Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\n[01:17.05] I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\n[01:19.54] Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\n[01:21.10] And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\n[01:24.19] Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\n[01:26.26] And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\n[01:28.65] Cah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n[01:31.01] My sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway\n[01:33.44] I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye\n[01:35.66] He choking out, he can't breath, this the powers\n[01:37.85] He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case\n[01:40.35] Catting for the sorbet\n[01:41.30] Bro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours\n[01:43.67] Summertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers\n[01:45.80] Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward\n[01:48.20] But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award\n[01:50.47] I ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion\n[01:53.08] Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping\n[01:55.68] He ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting\n[01:57.62] But either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed\n[02:00.13] Either way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted\n[02:02.37] I mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it\n[02:04.56] We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage\n[02:06.64] But when they took T-Sav back, it all halted\n[02:09.46] Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen\n[02:11.62] I'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin\n[02:13.86] The hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin\n[02:16.18] Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'\n[02:18.36] I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman\n[02:21.06] We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang\n[02:23.33] Fucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man\n[02:25.15] I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan\n[02:27.91] My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?\n[02:29.89] My nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke\n[02:32.14] I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan\n[02:34.50] So when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke\n[02:36.94] I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook\n[02:39.08] 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quick two\n  Them niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\n  And Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs\n  But I already know, I ain't gonna reply back\n  My pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap\n  I really put work in the floor in the high flats\n\n  I should've never forced myself on the fast train\n  But we was 15 with raps of the class A\n  And now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG\n  They gave bro life and that's why my heart ache\n  Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates\n  And then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust\n  So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break\n  I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n\n  Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\n  Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\n  I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\n  Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\n  And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\n  Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\n  And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\n  Cah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n\n  My sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway\n  I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye\n  He choking out, he can't breath, this the powers\n  He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case\n  Catting for the sorbet\n  Bro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours\n  Summertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers\n  Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward\n  But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award\n\n  I ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion\n  Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping\n  He ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting\n  But either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed\n  Either way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted\n  I mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it\n  We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage\n  But when they took T-Sav back, it all halted\n\n  Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen\n  I'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin\n  The hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin\n  Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'\n  I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman\n  We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang\n  Fucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man\n  I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan\n\n  My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?\n  My nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke\n  I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan\n  So when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke\n  I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook\n  So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home\n  Our mummy begs me stop switching up my phone\n  Cah she can't get through, she panics and call bro\n"},{"id":12668689,"name":"Feeling It","trackName":"Feeling It","artistName":"teeway","albumName":"Top Boy: A Selection of Music Inspired by the Series","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Mokuba Lives Beats)\n\nBeen missing, I ain't feeling it\nBro told me hit the bando and keep killing it\nThey took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs\nI hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip\nWhen I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead\nSame time bro-bro sauced up a neck\nI probably gotta get my mind sorted a second\nBut Ash need me, keeps calling again\n\nSuttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs\nThe weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband\nI could've text her and done me a quick two\nThem niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\nAnd Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs\nBut I already know, I ain't gonna reply back\nMy pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap\nI really put work in the floor in the high flats\n\nI should've never forced myself on the fast train\nBut we was 15 with raps of the class A\nAnd now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG\nThey gave bro life and that's why my heart ache\nCah I was in class assaulting my classmates\nAnd then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust\nSo me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break\nI ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n\nFuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\nCivils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\nI'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\nCah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\nAnd you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\nDo it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\nAnd suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\nCah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n\nMy sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway\nI tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye\nHe choking out, he can't breath, this the powers\nHe been at it for hours like he's battling a court case\nCatting for the sorbet\nBro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours\nSummertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers\nFoot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward\nBut I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award\n\nI ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion\nGold my block for dutty and stiff chapping\nHe ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting\nBut either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed\nEither way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted\nI mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it\nWe could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage\nBut when they took T-Sav back, it all halted\n\nTell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen\nI'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin\nThe hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin\nThen bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'\nI'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman\nWe make bands then the askaar 'nap gang\nFucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man\nI need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan\n\nMy man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?\nMy nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke\nI got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan\nSo when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke\nI used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook\nSo I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home\nOur mummy begs me stop switching up my phone\nCah she can't get through, she panics and call bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.60] (Mokuba Lives Beats)\n[00:18.34] Been missing, I ain't feeling it\n[00:19.62] Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it\n[00:22.07] They took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs\n[00:24.11] I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip\n[00:26.63] When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead\n[00:28.93] Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck\n[00:31.03] I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second\n[00:33.52] But Ash need me, keeps calling again\n[00:35.65] Suttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs\n[00:38.08] The weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband\n[00:40.30] I could've text her and done me a quick two\n[00:42.58] Them niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\n[00:44.88] And Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs\n[00:47.25] But I already know, I ain't gonna reply back\n[00:49.34] My pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap\n[00:51.89] I really put work in the floor in the high flats\n[00:54.05] I should've never forced myself on the fast train\n[00:56.32] But we was 15 with raps of the class A\n[00:58.89] And now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG\n[01:01.16] They gave bro life and that's why my heart ache\n[01:03.23] Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates\n[01:05.63] And then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust\n[01:07.85] So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break\n[01:10.39] I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n[01:12.75] Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\n[01:14.98] Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\n[01:17.05] I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\n[01:19.54] Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\n[01:21.10] And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\n[01:24.19] Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\n[01:26.26] And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\n[01:28.65] Cah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n[01:31.01] My sim jam 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told me hit the bando and keep killing it\n  start_ms: 19620\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: They took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 24110\n- text: I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip\n  start_ms: 24110\n  end_ms: 26630\n- text: When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead\n  start_ms: 26630\n  end_ms: 28930\n- text: Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck\n  start_ms: 28930\n  end_ms: 31030\n- text: I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second\n  start_ms: 31030\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: But Ash need me, keeps calling again\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 35650\n- text: Suttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs\n  start_ms: 35650\n  end_ms: 38080\n- text: The weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband\n  start_ms: 38080\n  end_ms: 40300\n- text: I could've text her and done me a quick two\n  start_ms: 40300\n  end_ms: 42580\n- text: Them niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\n  start_ms: 42580\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: And 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I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n  start_ms: 70390\n  end_ms: 72750\n- text: Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\n  start_ms: 72750\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77050\n- text: I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 79540\n- text: Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\n  start_ms: 79540\n  end_ms: 81100\n- text: And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\n  start_ms: 81100\n  end_ms: 84190\n- text: Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\n  start_ms: 84190\n  end_ms: 86260\n- text: And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\n  start_ms: 86260\n  end_ms: 88650\n- text: Cah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n  start_ms: 88650\n  end_ms: 91010\n- text: My sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway\n  start_ms: 91010\n  end_ms: 93440\n- text: I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye\n  start_ms: 93440\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: He choking out, he can't breath, this the powers\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 100350\n- text: Catting for the sorbet\n  start_ms: 100350\n  end_ms: 101300\n- text: Bro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours\n  start_ms: 101300\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: Summertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 105800\n- text: Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward\n  start_ms: 105800\n  end_ms: 108200\n- text: But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award\n  start_ms: 108200\n  end_ms: 110470\n- text: I ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion\n  start_ms: 110470\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping\n  start_ms: 113080\n  end_ms: 115680\n- text: He ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting\n  start_ms: 115680\n  end_ms: 117620\n- text: But either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed\n  start_ms: 117620\n  end_ms: 120130\n- text: Either way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted\n  start_ms: 120130\n  end_ms: 122370\n- text: I mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it\n  start_ms: 122370\n  end_ms: 124560\n- text: We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage\n  start_ms: 124560\n  end_ms: 126640\n- text: But when they took T-Sav back, it all halted\n  start_ms: 126640\n  end_ms: 129460\n- text: Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen\n  start_ms: 129460\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: I'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 133860\n- text: The hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin\n  start_ms: 133860\n  end_ms: 136180\n- text: Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'\n  start_ms: 136180\n  end_ms: 138360\n- text: I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman\n  start_ms: 138360\n  end_ms: 141060\n- text: We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang\n  start_ms: 141060\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: Fucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145150\n- text: I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan\n  start_ms: 145150\n  end_ms: 147910\n- text: My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?\n  start_ms: 147910\n  end_ms: 149890\n- text: My nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke\n  start_ms: 149890\n  end_ms: 152140\n- text: I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan\n  start_ms: 152140\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: So when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 156940\n- text: I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook\n  start_ms: 156940\n  end_ms: 159080\n- text: So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home\n  start_ms: 159080\n  end_ms: 161120\n- text: Our mummy begs me stop switching up my phone\n  start_ms: 161120\n  end_ms: 163560\n- text: Cah she can't get through, she panics and call bro\n  start_ms: 163560\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185150\nplain: |-\n  (Mokuba Lives Beats)\n\n  Been missing, I ain't feeling it\n  Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it\n  They took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs\n  I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip\n  When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead\n  Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck\n  I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second\n  But Ash need me, keeps calling again\n\n  Suttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs\n  The weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband\n  I could've text her and done me a quick two\n  Them niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands\n  And Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs\n  But I already know, I ain't gonna reply back\n  My pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap\n  I really put work in the floor in the high flats\n\n  I should've never forced myself on the fast train\n  But we was 15 with raps of the class A\n  And now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG\n  They gave bro life and that's why my heart ache\n  Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates\n  And then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust\n  So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break\n  I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub\n\n  Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this\n  Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'\n  I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz\n  Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'\n  And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'\n  Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this\n  And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right\n  Cah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping\n\n  My sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway\n  I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye\n  He choking out, he can't breath, this the powers\n  He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case\n  Catting for the sorbet\n  Bro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours\n  Summertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers\n  Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward\n  But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award\n\n  I ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion\n  Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping\n  He ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting\n  But either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed\n  Either way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted\n  I mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it\n  We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage\n  But when they took T-Sav back, it all halted\n\n  Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen\n  I'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin\n  The hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin\n  Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'\n  I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman\n  We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang\n  Fucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man\n  I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan\n\n  My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?\n  My nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke\n  I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan\n  So when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke\n  I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook\n  So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home\n  Our mummy begs me stop switching up my phone\n  Cah she can't get through, she panics and call bro\n"}]