T.R.A.P (The Real Ain't Poor) - Killa Comp

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing, no, no Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothing) Ain't nothing like the real thing Ooh, I've got your picture Hanging on the wall But it can't see or come to me When I call your name (When I call your name) I realize it's just a picture in a frame I read your letters When you're not near But they don't move me And they don't groove me Like when I hear (When I hear your voice) Your sweet voice Whispering in my ear (In my ear) No other sound is quite the same As your name (Quite the same as your name) Your touch can do half this much To make me feel better So let's stay together Ooh, I got memories to look back on Though they help when you're gone I'm well aware (I'm well aware) Nothing can take the place of your being there (Being there) Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothing) Ain't nothing like the real thing Ooh, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothing) Ain't nothing like the real thing Ooh, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing

There ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby There ain't nothin' like the real thing There ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby There ain't nothin' like the real thing I see your picture hangin' on the wall But it can't sing or come to me when I call your name I realize it's just a picture in a frame And I read your letters when you're not here They don't move me, they don't groove me like when I hear Your sweet voice whisperin' in my ear There ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby There ain't nothin' like the real thing No other sound is quite the same as your name No touch can do half as much to make me feel better Let's stay together, together baby Together yeah, together, together I got some memories to look back on And though they help, when you phone I'm well aware nothing takes the place of your bein' there There ain't nothin' baby, nothin' like the real thing, baby There ain't nothin' like the real thing (not like the real thing) There ain't nothin' like the real thing (not like the real thing) There ain't nothin' like the real thing (not like the real thing) Oh, there ain't nothin' like the real thing (not like the real thing) There ain't nothin' like the real thing The real, the real (not like the real thing) There ain't nothin' like the real thing (not like the real thing) The real, the real, the real, the real thing Oh, the real thing (not like the real thing)

I miss you sometimes I wanna kiss you Doing dumb shit go insane with you Oh How you claim your love is real when it ain't real, love And tell me how it makes you mad when i don't feel loved I may show smiles on the outside I'm in pain on the inside You switched up and you changed lives I mean something just ain't right And even though it's fuck you girl I miss you Sometimes I wanna kiss you And do some things with you Even hop on a plane with you Doing dumb shit go insane with you I need a bitch like you gone make me keep my shit together And I'm freaked out ooh, I promise I can make you wetter And I'm down for whatever Type of motherfucker have you in love for forever If you call me I'll be right there Forever mine my darling let's get shit clear I don't know why you starting if you don't care Know I was wrong I'm sorry girl just come here just come here How you claim your love is real when it ain't real, love And tell me how it makes you mad when i don't feel loved I may show smiles on the outside I'm in pain on the inside You switched up and you changed lives I mean something just ain't right Asked for her number but she hit me with that mmm mmm With that mmm mmm mmm mmm I wanna fuck her but that pussy playing hard to get Told me to put it in slow because it hardly fit Don't know why lame niggas steady playing hard and shit We bleed the same treat a grown man like a jit And if it's really a problem KDOT gone send a hit And what I said in Allstarr Shit No I don't miss No baby I don't miss Fuck that faggot ass nigga swear he always dissing I tried to tell you bout them niggas how come you aint listen That shit for another day let me mind my business Some of the things that you did I swear I still don't get it But we can't play the blame game so im gone dismiss it Forgive me shorty on this track I was reminiscing They gone realize KDOT one of the realist in it How you claim your love is real when it ain't real, love And tell me how it makes you mad when i don't feel loved I may show smiles on the outside I'm in pain on the inside You switched up and you changed lives I mean something just ain't right How you claim your love is real when it ain't real, love And tell me how it makes you mad when i don't feel loved I may show smiles on the outside I'm in pain on the inside You switched up and you changed lives I mean something just ain't right

Next day, far from home The brothers planned the repulsive crime (Let us grab him now) (Do him in, while we've got the time) This they did, and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in pit (Let us leave him here) (All alone, and bound to die) When some Ishmaelites A hairy crew, came riding by In a flash, the brothers changed their plan (We need cash, let's sell him if we can) Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do? Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do? Could you use a slave You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? Young, strong, well-behaved Going cheap, and he reads and writes In a trice, the dirty deal was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to go It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell (And I don't speak Egyptian very well) Joseph's brothers tore his precious multicolored coat Having ripped it up, they next attacked a passing goat Soon the wretched creature was no more They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore Oh now, brothers—how low can you stoop? You make a sordid group, hey—how low can you stoop? Poor, poor Joseph—sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey—sold to be a slave