: The traffic light Waits for you to tell me the tale of a shattered life, tonight And I just passed by when you have had the chance to fight Or would
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likes to drive and Jackie's just high And Cindy thinks we're all gonna commit suicide `Cause we're rolling in heavy traffic Yeah we're rolling in heavy traffic
: There's traffic in the sky and it doesn't seem to be getting much better theres kids playing games on the pavement drawing waves on the pavement shadows
this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic
through Crosstown traffic Yeah! look out crosstown traffic yeah look out Look out look out baby crosstown traffic Yeah, look out What's that in the street? Crosstown traffic Yeah, look out Crosstown traffic
line and up thrust volume out there Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close And die with your mask on if you've got to Here is the Traffic
: Boom boom boom boom Gonna shoot you right down Take you in my arms I'm in love with you Love that is true Boom boom boom boom I like the way you walk
: The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard When I was young, when I was young I smoked my first cigarette
: I got the lumps in my throat When I saw her coming down the aisle I gets the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she
: I was born in a bunk Mother died and my daddy got drunk Left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all
: Well, here comes the night It's dark shadows passing over me I've been feeling the chill Ever since you been gone I'm thinking of you, girl Wondering
: Recently it seem like every where we go The drinks stay cold where we coolin' Being broke starts to get a little old My money had to get some fine
mek fi one Then mi bredda Juju and mi idren name Don Bounce and listen to Gong when mashin up di traffic jam Police pull mi ova talkin bout him smell
When it hit yo' block It don't matter nephew cause the shit don't stop You try to, jam up the traffic it's drastic and pornographic I'm mackin, mappin
: We all face the same way, still it takes all day, I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best, She paints her lip, greasy and thick,
