Letras:
Traffic Paper Sun

soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun In the room

But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun In the room where you

like her yet Don't forget your homies, can't forget my homies Well, as sun starts to dim and I'm under the speed limit And there's hectic traffic too

scale of personal gain. mapping out the universe: a wife and kids with no name, and a big house atop a hill that blocks out the sun for those who can

on the day There?s a sun show Every second Now the curtain opens On a portrait of today And the streets Are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers

[Intro: ShaCronz] Yeah, uh, it's dark outside We still in the hood with this one, ya'll Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene Huh? Ain't no sun

is what got me this far I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck Just walked up and laughed at the cop Type of nigga to go up in traffic and start

I wake up in the evenin', the sun is still around The street seems to be busy, I hear the traffic sounds Last night's been lousy, I had a lot to drink

am just From morning till night I look at my piece of fun And I am just who I am just I ignore traffic lights But I have nowhere to run Chased the sun