Lyrics:
They say the sun is gonna grow someday
It's gonna get real close
And burn us all up
No more traffic in the street
No more road rage no more
the factory
And we are all the same
I live in the family
And all the traffic screams
It was so well advertised
All day on channel nine
We live in
5:40
Channel Six news team
Breaking story bout a get-rich-quick scheme
One anchor turns and faces the other
Says it?s time that I made you my lover
I've made the same mistake before
Too many malls, too many stores
December traffic, Christmas rush
It breaks me till I push and shove
Children
Now I want you back.
Yes, they want you back.
We want you back.
My country wants you back.
Later, in the wee small hours
There was heavy traffic
We wake up each morning and start every day
With coffee, espresso and grande lattes
Race into traffic and bitch while we wait
Mad at the world for
you back.
Yes, they want you back.
We want you back.
My country wants you back.
Later, in the wee small hours
There was heavy traffic
benefits, sinnin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
Winnin' in every decision
Kendrick is master that mastered it
Isn't it
it's too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket
According to the doctor, I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back
Flip the channel
Flip the channel
Man my ADHD trippin
I Flip the channel
Flip the channel
Man my ADHD trippin
I Flip the channel
Flip the channel
Man
an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin
break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin'
Last night the ghosts of my old ideas
Reran on channel five
And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul
I nearly broke down and cried
But the split
Last night the ghosts of my old ideas
Reran on channel five
And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul
I nearly broke down and cried
But the split
much jewelry on, that I think I need a clone
I pull up to the traffic light, icy as a blood light
Shinin' like a flash light I might damage ya eye
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog
Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
I am many miles away
From where I should be
Hiding in a hideaway
Gazing out to sea
High tide in the channel
Ships sail by my way
While pigeons grey
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs through' a concrete channel.
I took you there once; I think it was after
Some folk gotta throw their weight around, can't untie the knot
I'm content watching water carve channels in the rock
New towers justify traffic
Seashells laying on the sand
Lines across the fourth dimension
Finding doors behind we fel
(In) to the cradle of affliction
Changes channels all
Can't Handle Me Dismantle, Mishandle Me,
They Switched Up Like The Channels G,
Vibrations Yeah They Healing Me,
I Can Feel yo energy,
You Won't Get My
and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive,
I can't start to imagine
Blunt smoke on a windshield while I'm dodging traffic
Toxic, I'm addicted to damage
Honest, people who smile are always
No interviews, channel four, see me on the news
Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone
Address you wonder, don't try to catch me
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