Trap Tears Lyrics - All We Need - Raury

Mama cryin', can't survive 

She lost her mind, she's stressin' out 

She needs to pay bills 

Son took her money, daughter hungry 

Bought the shit, there's no refunding 

She's high still 

He owes the gane, they gave him weight 

But he was weak, he has a week 

Or he will be killed 

And papa died, he used to trap 

His son's a man, but men don't cry 

Unless they're trapped tears 

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It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the trap 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the... 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the trap 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the trap 

Tears in the... trap 

They taint the future, newest noose 

To hang the youth imprint your mind 

Before you turn twelve 

The sex and drugs and rock and roll 

Before hormones we've been exposed 

Before we know ourselves 

Her baby's early, papa workin' 

16, 13, what the tragic story I tell 

He lost his job, his homie Breaded 

Photos 

Got connected to the plug 

His family needs help 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the trap 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the... 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the trap 

It ain't nothin' but them tears in the trap 

Tears in the trap 

Tears in the... trap 

So who's to say that youth today 

Cannot be shot or robbed or slain 

By someone, yourself 

And who's to say that he was wrong 

His story's long 

He wakes and sleeps in everyday hell 

So mind your manners, Ps and Qs 

Cause nothing new 

No nothing new can happen to the trap 

We think it's cool and harmless too 

But who are you? 

Yes look around, you might just be trapped 

The street preacher's anger grew violently as he continued to voice his truth. Unaware 

that his passion to justify these views of hatred were also rooted in love. Much like 

fog on a Georgia morning, love can shroud our eyes, make us blind, blind to who we 

are, blind to who we are 

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