| Mama cryin', can’t survive
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| She lost her mind, she’s stressin' out
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| She needs to pay bills
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| Son took her money, daughter hungry
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| Bought the shit, there’s no refunding
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| She’s high stakes
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| Older gang, they gave him weight
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| But he was weak, he has a week
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| Or he will be killed
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| And papa died, he used to trap
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| His son’s a man, but men don’t cry
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| Unless they’re trap tears
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the trap
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the…
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the trap
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the trap
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| Tears in the… trap
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| They tank the future, knew his noose
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| To hang the youth and print your mind
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| Before you turn twelve
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| The sex and drugs and rock and roll
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| Before hormones we’ve been exposed
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| Before we know ourselves
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| Her baby’s early, papa workin'
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| 16, 13, what the tragic story I tell
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| He lost his job, his homie Brandon
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| Got connected to the plug
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| His family needs help
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the trap
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the…
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the trap
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| It ain’t nothin' but them tears in the trap
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| Tears in the trap
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| Tears in the… trap
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| So who’s to say that youth today
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| Cannot be shot or robbed or slain
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| By someone, yourself
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| And who’s to say that he was wrong
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| His story’s long
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| He wakes and sleeps in everyday hell
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| So mind your manners, Ps and Qs
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| Cause nothing new
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| No nothing new can happen to the trap
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| We think it’s cool and harmless too
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| But who are you?
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| Yes look around, you might just be trapped
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| The street preacher’s anger grew violently as he continued to voice his truth.
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| Unaware that his passion to justify these views of hatred were also rooted in
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| love. |
| Much like fog on a Georgia morning, love can shroud our eyes,
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| make us blind, blind to who we are, blind to who we are
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| This is DJ Smooth Jazz on the 1−2-2s bringin' it back to you, clap your hands,
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| everybody, come on. |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up! |
| I meant to tell you
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| about that fantabulous laser show on fire. |
| It’s a laser show spectacular
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| mountain vision presented by Humana. |
| It’s a not-to-be missed Atlanta tradition
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| y’all that will wow your family with state-of-the art digital graphics.
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| An awe inspiring laser show and fire effects, baby. |
| So bring everybody on out
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| and have a good time! |
| Tell 'em big DJ Smooth Jazz on the 122 told you to come,
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| fool, haha. |
| Clap your hands, clap your hands |