Lyrics:
The neon light is outside
Points to the past
A burning desire
Destined to last
And the flesh meets the spirit world, traffic is thin
And poor Baby
Cashing in on time
Draw the blood you cut the line
Addicted to the yes
Don't you have to pay in flesh
Fast the traffic flow
Thin the herd the wad you
make an estimate
100 million dollars at the least because I'm black excellence
Melanin my flesh they human traffic us and sell it quick
Praying on our
Yeah right
Strike the stone of madness
See the stone savory Slavic haggis
Trephinate your skull sew pudding or a radish
Fore branch rib cage traffic
On the road to riches I ain't got to use no GPS
Nigga better not play we at his door just like ups
God protect my soul but this pole for my flesh
loaded on me, let them bullets eat his flesh
Caught that nigga right in traffic
We gon' put him to the test
Fucked that lil' bitch
I squeeze in her pants
I Like traffic lights.
I Like traffic lights.
I Like traffic lights,
No matter where they've been.
I Like traffic lights.
I Like traffic lights.
Slave to the traffic light
Slave
See the city, see the zoo
Traffic light won't let me through
Flesh, flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Face
Zoomin' in and out
Of the slow traffic mumble
Tryin' to make the lights
Get me out of the jungle
It's been a long day
And my head's all gone
On Saturday night when our work is done
We load our music up on the run
Heavy traffic ahead, heavy traffic ahead
We got to ramble, ramble, there's
that never sleeps
I ran from the noise and the silence
From the traffic on the streets
I ran to the treetops
I ran to the sky
Out to the lake
This is Macedonian Traffic.
Traffic
Traffic
Traffic
Traffic
Traffic
Traffic
Traffic
Traffic
London traffic (state of confusion)
London traffic (blocking the streets)
London traffic (going nowhere)
London traffic (polluting the air)
Drive
You've been around
But you've changed me
When the flesh meets the spirit world
Where the traffic is thin
I slip from a vacant view
I should have
And you struggle to believe
No one could hear your story
Even justice had to leave
All I know
All we are is all alone
(Man is made of flesh and bone)
I Like traffic lights
I Like traffic lights
I Like traffic lights
No matter where they've been
I Like traffic lights
I Like traffic lights
I Like
Made a string of buckeye beads
But flesh and blood needs flesh And blood
And you're the one I need
Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
And you're
Made a string of buckeye beads
But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
And you're the one I need
Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood
And you're
Damn 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,
I see the steeple,
And the spire,
And a sunset,
Deep and red,
Phoenix and fireflies.
And the time stops,
And the traffic slows,
And this heart
Made a string of buckeye beads;
But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood,
And you're the one I need;
Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood,
and feel my sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
Oh, are you feeling all right?
Oh,
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