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Can anyone relate?\nThis shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\nI ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\nGive it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n\nHuh, I wanna hit the club and shit\nI wanna hit on some lovin' shit\nI wanna write all my songs for you\nAnd sign you, my publishing\nAin't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\nUp with it, then stuck with it\nBy my side like cutlery\nTrauma, I been holdin' it\nEven in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\nNote of it, yeah\nTimepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\nIf I ain't put that shit on, well\nThen you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\nFrom way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\nMy best attempt, Lamar Jackson\nRunnin' and passin'\nOpportunity, felt trapped in\nLife of a Black man\n6 was really lackin'\nWrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\nGenerational, they tried to wrap me in\nSo fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\nDemons heckle from the stands\nBet you'll never laugh again\nGot a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\nA shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\nI'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\nLettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\nBut wouldn't take my own regimen\nI'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\nHope God let me in\nIf He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\nThat's one girl and one boy\nOr two girls like 2-4\nSaid if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\nThat's one girl and one boy\nAnd two girls like forty four\n\nTrauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\nTrauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\nTrauma, trauma, got it from my father too\nTrauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\nDoes anybody know? Can anyone relate?\nThis shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\nI ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\nDo it, give it my best shot until I fade awa","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.28] Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n[00:10.32] Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n[00:13.32] Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n[00:16.68] Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n[00:20.16] Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n[00:23.05] This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n[00:25.87] I ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\n[00:28.91] Give it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n[00:31.47] Huh, I wanna hit the club and shit\n[00:33.49] I wanna hit on some lovin' shit\n[00:34.86] I wanna write all my songs for you\n[00:36.56] And sign you, my publishing\n[00:38.13] Ain't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\n[00:39.65] Up with it, then stuck with it\n[00:41.11] By my side like cutlery\n[00:42.79] Trauma, I been holdin' it\n[00:44.45] Even in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\n[00:47.39] Note of it, yeah\n[00:49.03] Timepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\n[00:52.19] If I ain't put that shit on, well\n[00:53.92] Then you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\n[00:56.97] From way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\n[00:59.16] My best attempt, Lamar Jackson\n[01:00.87] Runnin' and passin'\n[01:02.12] Opportunity, felt trapped in\n[01:04.06] Life of a Black man\n[01:05.43] 6 was really lackin'\n[01:07.02] WrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\n[01:09.25] Generational, they tried to wrap me in\n[01:11.70] So fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\n[01:14.60] Demons heckle from the stands\n[01:16.21] Bet you'll never laugh again\n[01:17.92] Got a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\n[01:20.54] A shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\n[01:23.29] I'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\n[01:26.09] Lettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\n[01:28.38] But wouldn't take my own regimen\n[01:30.05] I'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\n[01:32.31] Hope God let me in\n[01:33.43] If He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n[01:35.65] That's one girl and one boy\n[01:37.36] Or two girls like 2-4\n[01:39.30] Said if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n[01:41.38] That's one girl and one boy\n[01:43.11] And two girls like forty four\n[01:45.79] Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n[01:48.96] Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n[01:51.84] Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n[01:55.09] Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n[01:58.29] Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n[02:01.04] This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n[02:04.20] I ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\n[02:07.17] Do it, give it my best shot until I fade awa\n[02:09.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: TRAUMA\n artist: 6LACK\n album: Love is the New Gangsta\n duration_ms: 137000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n start_ms: 7280\n end_ms: 10320\n- text: Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n start_ms: 10320\n end_ms: 13320\n- text: Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n start_ms: 13320\n end_ms: 16680\n- text: Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n start_ms: 16680\n end_ms: 20160\n- text: Does anybody know? 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Can anyone relate?\n This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n I ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\n Give it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n\n Huh, I wanna hit the club and shit\n I wanna hit on some lovin' shit\n I wanna write all my songs for you\n And sign you, my publishing\n Ain't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\n Up with it, then stuck with it\n By my side like cutlery\n Trauma, I been holdin' it\n Even in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\n Note of it, yeah\n Timepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\n If I ain't put that shit on, well\n Then you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\n From way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\n My best attempt, Lamar Jackson\n Runnin' and passin'\n Opportunity, felt trapped in\n Life of a Black man\n 6 was really lackin'\n WrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\n Generational, they tried to wrap me in\n So fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\n Demons heckle from the stands\n Bet you'll never laugh again\n Got a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\n A shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\n I'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\n Lettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\n But wouldn't take my own regimen\n I'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\n Hope God let me in\n If He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n That's one girl and one boy\n Or two girls like 2-4\n Said if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n That's one girl and one boy\n And two girls like forty four\n\n Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n I ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\n Do it, give it my best shot until I fade awa\n"},{"id":34492879,"name":"TRAUMA","trackName":"TRAUMA","artistName":"6LACK","albumName":"Love is the New Gangsta","duration":136.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\nTrauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\nTrauma, trauma, got it from my father too\nTrauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\nDoes anybody know? Can anyone relate?\nThis shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\nI ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\nGive it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n\nHuh, I wanna hit the club and shit\nI wanna hit on some lovin' shit\nI wanna write all my songs for you\nAnd sign you, my publishing\nAin't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\nUp with it, then stuck with it\nBy my side like cutlery\nTrauma, I been holdin' it\nEven in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\nNote of it, yeah\nTimepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\nIf I ain't put that shit on, well\nThen you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\nFrom way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\nMy best attempt, Lamar Jackson\nRunnin' and passin'\nOpportunity, felt trapped in\nLife of a Black man\n6 was really lackin'\nWrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\nGenerational, they tried to wrap me in\nSo fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\nDemons heckle from the stands\nBet you'll never laugh again\nGot a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\nA shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\nI'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\nLettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\nBut wouldn't take my own regimen\nI'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\nHope God let me in\nIf He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\nThat's one girl and one boy\nOr two girls like 2-4\nSaid if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\nThat's one girl and one boy\nAnd two girls like forty four\n\nTrauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\nTrauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\nTrauma, trauma, got it from my father too\nTrauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\nDoes anybody know? Can anyone relate?\nThis shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\nI ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\nDo it, give it my best shot until I fade awa","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.28] Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n[00:10.32] Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n[00:13.32] Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n[00:16.68] Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n[00:20.16] Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n[00:23.05] This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n[00:25.87] I ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\n[00:28.91] Give it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n[00:31.47] Huh, I wanna hit the club and shit\n[00:33.49] I wanna hit on some lovin' shit\n[00:34.86] I wanna write all my songs for you\n[00:36.56] And sign you, my publishing\n[00:38.13] Ain't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\n[00:39.65] Up with it, then stuck with it\n[00:41.11] By my side like cutlery\n[00:42.79] Trauma, I been holdin' it\n[00:44.45] Even in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\n[00:47.39] Note of it, yeah\n[00:49.03] Timepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\n[00:52.19] If I ain't put that shit on, well\n[00:53.92] Then you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\n[00:56.97] From way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\n[00:59.16] My best attempt, Lamar Jackson\n[01:00.87] Runnin' and passin'\n[01:02.12] Opportunity, felt trapped in\n[01:04.06] Life of a Black man\n[01:05.43] 6 was really lackin'\n[01:07.02] WrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\n[01:09.25] Generational, they tried to wrap me in\n[01:11.70] So fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\n[01:14.60] Demons heckle from the stands\n[01:16.21] Bet you'll never laugh again\n[01:17.92] Got a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\n[01:20.54] A shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\n[01:23.29] I'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\n[01:26.09] Lettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\n[01:28.38] But wouldn't take my own regimen\n[01:30.05] I'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\n[01:32.31] Hope God let me in\n[01:33.43] If He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n[01:35.65] That's one girl and one boy\n[01:37.36] Or two girls like 2-4\n[01:39.30] Said if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n[01:41.38] That's one girl and one boy\n[01:43.11] And two girls like forty four\n[01:45.79] Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n[01:48.96] Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n[01:51.84] Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n[01:55.09] Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n[01:58.29] Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n[02:01.04] This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n[02:04.20] I ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\n[02:07.17] Do it, give it my best shot until I fade awa\n[02:09.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: TRAUMA\n artist: 6LACK\n album: Love is the New Gangsta\n duration_ms: 136000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n start_ms: 7280\n end_ms: 10320\n- text: Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n start_ms: 10320\n end_ms: 13320\n- text: Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n start_ms: 13320\n end_ms: 16680\n- text: Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n start_ms: 16680\n end_ms: 20160\n- text: Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n start_ms: 20160\n end_ms: 23050\n- text: This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n start_ms: 23050\n end_ms: 25870\n- text: I ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\n start_ms: 25870\n end_ms: 28910\n- text: Give it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n start_ms: 28910\n end_ms: 31470\n- text: Huh, I wanna hit the club and shit\n start_ms: 31470\n end_ms: 33490\n- text: I wanna hit on some lovin' shit\n start_ms: 33490\n end_ms: 34860\n- text: I wanna write all my songs for you\n start_ms: 34860\n end_ms: 36560\n- text: And sign you, my publishing\n start_ms: 36560\n end_ms: 38130\n- text: Ain't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\n start_ms: 38130\n end_ms: 39650\n- text: Up with it, then stuck with it\n start_ms: 39650\n end_ms: 41110\n- text: By my side like cutlery\n start_ms: 41110\n end_ms: 42790\n- text: Trauma, I been holdin' it\n start_ms: 42790\n end_ms: 44450\n- text: Even in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\n start_ms: 44450\n end_ms: 47390\n- text: Note of it, yeah\n start_ms: 47390\n end_ms: 49030\n- text: Timepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\n start_ms: 49030\n end_ms: 52190\n- text: If I ain't put that shit on, well\n start_ms: 52190\n end_ms: 53920\n- text: Then you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\n start_ms: 53920\n end_ms: 56970\n- text: From way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\n start_ms: 56970\n end_ms: 59160\n- text: My best attempt, Lamar Jackson\n start_ms: 59160\n end_ms: 60870\n- text: Runnin' and passin'\n start_ms: 60870\n end_ms: 62120\n- text: Opportunity, felt trapped in\n start_ms: 62120\n end_ms: 64060\n- text: Life of a Black man\n start_ms: 64060\n end_ms: 65430\n- text: 6 was really lackin'\n start_ms: 65430\n end_ms: 67020\n- text: WrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\n start_ms: 67020\n end_ms: 69250\n- text: Generational, they tried to wrap me in\n start_ms: 69250\n end_ms: 71700\n- text: So fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\n start_ms: 71700\n end_ms: 74600\n- text: Demons heckle from the stands\n start_ms: 74600\n end_ms: 76210\n- text: Bet you'll never laugh again\n start_ms: 76210\n end_ms: 77920\n- text: Got a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\n start_ms: 77920\n end_ms: 80540\n- text: A shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\n start_ms: 80540\n end_ms: 83290\n- text: I'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\n start_ms: 83290\n end_ms: 86090\n- text: Lettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\n start_ms: 86090\n end_ms: 88380\n- text: But wouldn't take my own regimen\n start_ms: 88380\n end_ms: 90050\n- text: I'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\n start_ms: 90050\n end_ms: 92310\n- text: Hope God let me in\n start_ms: 92310\n end_ms: 93430\n- text: If He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n start_ms: 93430\n end_ms: 95650\n- text: That's one girl and one boy\n start_ms: 95650\n end_ms: 97360\n- text: Or two girls like 2-4\n start_ms: 97360\n end_ms: 99300\n- text: Said if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n start_ms: 99300\n end_ms: 101380\n- text: That's one girl and one boy\n start_ms: 101380\n end_ms: 103110\n- text: And two girls like forty four\n start_ms: 103110\n end_ms: 105790\n- text: Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n start_ms: 105790\n end_ms: 108960\n- text: Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n start_ms: 108960\n end_ms: 111840\n- text: Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n start_ms: 111840\n end_ms: 115090\n- text: Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n start_ms: 115090\n end_ms: 118290\n- text: Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n start_ms: 118290\n end_ms: 121040\n- text: This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n start_ms: 121040\n end_ms: 124200\n- text: I ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\n start_ms: 124200\n end_ms: 127170\n- text: Do it, give it my best shot until I fade awa\n start_ms: 127170\n end_ms: 129290\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 129290\nplain: |-\n Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n I ain't see no way, I had to make a way (Make a way)\n Give it my best shot until I fade away (Fade away)\n\n Huh, I wanna hit the club and shit\n I wanna hit on some lovin' shit\n I wanna write all my songs for you\n And sign you, my publishing\n Ain't tryna be on no bluffin' shit\n Up with it, then stuck with it\n By my side like cutlery\n Trauma, I been holdin' it\n Even in the dip, I couldn't sell and you made note of it\n Note of it, yeah\n Timepiece for the impulse and they likе, Hold up with it\n If I ain't put that shit on, well\n Then you know I'm trippin', yeah, huh\n From way, way back thеn, I'm back for backends\n My best attempt, Lamar Jackson\n Runnin' and passin'\n Opportunity, felt trapped in\n Life of a Black man\n 6 was really lackin'\n WrestleMania, I'm feelin' tapped in\n Generational, they tried to wrap me in\n So fatigued, the red blood cells couldn't pack me in\n Demons heckle from the stands\n Bet you'll never laugh again\n Got a switch for 'em, six feet was never enough\n A shallow grave, that's a blessin' in a ditch form\n I'm diggin' to the core where you never explored\n Lettin' 'em boil, the medicine boy\n But wouldn't take my own regimen\n I'm 'bout to spin the block and get it right\n Hope God let me in\n If He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n That's one girl and one boy\n Or two girls like 2-4\n Said if He willin', I got seeds I gotta do for\n That's one girl and one boy\n And two girls like forty four\n\n Trauma, trauma, keep it from my daughter, yeah, hmm\n Trauma, trauma, got it from my mother, yeah, hmm\n Trauma, trauma, got it from my father too\n Trauma, trauma, sometimes don't know what to do\n Does anybody know? Can anyone relate?\n This shit gon' stress me out, I'm tryna integrate\n I ain't see no way, had to make a way (Make a way)\n Do it, give it my best shot until I fade awa\n"}]