Lyrics:
the lights, whats going through your mind?
You're out for a Sunday drive, driving carefree
I'm on the fucking grass, you still aint seen me
Multi class Traffic
six lanes
Of traffic to avoid,
He's always got his handout,
He's wicked unemployed
You can't ditch him, you can't lose him
There is no place you
the drum
He was in a class
By himself, by gum!
Poor Johnny one-note
Got in Aida
Indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
Howled like
a class, by himself, by gum
Poor Johnny one note got in Aida
Indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note, howled like the north wind
Brought
a class by himself, by gum
Poor Johnny, one note
Got in Aida
Indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
Howled like the North Wind
Brought
hear the drum
He was in a class
By himself, by gum
Poor Johnny One Note
Got in Aida indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
Couldn't hear the drums;
He was in a class
By himself, by gum!
Poor Johnny One Note
Got on Aida,
Indeed a
Great chance to be brave!
He took his one
Yeah, yeah
Please put your seatbelt on for me, please
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
Niggas
Parasail or first class mail
Get on the back of a Nightingale
Just get to me I don't care just get to me
Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead
They
hear the drum
He was in a class
By himself, by gum
Poor Johnny One Note
Got in Aida indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
She sit's there on her front porch
Every day at 4 o'clock
Waving at the traffic that runs
Up and down the block
Her face and hands are wrinkled
and say she took that dick
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
Twerkin' up in traffic on some hood rat shit (alright)
I got your man throwin'
(nahhhhh)
Everything I do
Be First Class
Got ya wife
Wit me in
First class
All this ice
On me
Its first class
I get treated
Real nice in
First class
First
the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in Magic
Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't
The futures cloudy and it's raining on the poor class
The roads to peace are closed, heavy traffic's on the war paths
Love is balling on a budget
mane
We some cocky niggas in the rocky niggas
Rocking dolo Will & Rich in here
We from the traffic nigga
See the problem is yeah, we too proud of this
running
Through a glass wall
Divorce feels like you're being bullied
In a class hall
Divorce feels like you're getting beat
Up in the mall
Divorce feels
selling us the creator dwellin' us
I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us
I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning
the drum
He was in a class by himself, by gum
Poor Johnny, one note
Got in Aida
Indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
Howled like
to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic
Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
on the radio
Where did all the good ole boys go
Somebody's gotta party till the stars burn out
Wear some wore out boots in a high-class crowd
All my running
to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic
Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
need a flashlight
Ride in my Bentley, I'm swervin' through traffic lights
Countin' a million, boy what all that cappin' like
Yeah, fly first class
over here.
This Rah-Rah-Rah-Rah college boy stood up in class and said,
"I looked up my Geography, and found out Ceasar's dead!
The reason I speak
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