Lyrics:
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
The traffic congestion, baby?
Carry on, carry on
You've got nothing to lose
You've dirtied your pants
And you can't afford shoes
To stand up and fight
Stand
Boring, Boring, underground travel with Boring
Verse 1
Traffic congestion, it's such a pain
c problem we face again and again
Elon Musk, he's got a plan
have to say good...
(Pass it, pass it)
Pass it or you’ll have to say good night,
YM got that traffic like congestion after 5,
But we had it going up
states of the wacked out mind numbed from congestion in traffic the static traction keeps me ticking away
Tortured my soul for the selfish fits of lacking
with you
Down Fifth Avenue
The taxis and the traffic sing love songs
Of congestion for just us two
I wonder if you can hear the symphony inside me
It
can't stop congestion or their traffic jam smiles
I've seen them crashing, a million to a mile
No use in counting, I couldn't if I tried
They're always
can't stop congestion or their traffic jam smiles
I've seen them crashing, a million to a mile
No use in counting, I couldn't if I tried
They're always
action
Based on matching baggage
Low-key sought out the dramatic
Then act surprised when it happened
Tragic
But now the traffic has been cleared
No
Loud for a reason
The reason wasn't what was heard
The traffic had died down
The road congestion has moved to the bars
Where a lot arrived in
l'trafic
Dans l'trafic
Tout l'monde est en tabarnak dans l'trafic
Dans l'trafic
Ça rallonge, ça rallonge, à chaque année ça empire
La congestion suce le
Every street is choking
Looks like too much traffic on the road
No fun in driving
You wait in line forever just to go
Heavy roar of engines
Sitting
through the city and the traffic I’ll be okay
Way home
Way home
I’m just looking for my way home
Way home
Way home
Everybody’s got to find their way home
when I walk by
My body a temple my mind is still under construction
Im praying to yahweh show me how to properly function
The traffic of thoughts in my
Whipping and swerving through high-speed traffic
I know the city, I don't gotta map it
My niggas was with me before I had traction
I'm adding it up,
and the internet. This tunnel encrypts all internet traffic, preventing others from accessing the data being transmitted. This makes it difficult for hackers,
trouble comes when tongues
Overactive, covert actions get you throw'd in traffic or they throw the ones
All that non-violence archiving, flight or fight
and never, wei diɛ me boa
Shiashi has had traffic problems, oh yeah
So I no dey barb why they
Had to build a Mall there
Congestion is vexing so the horns blare
Toronto traffic rush
You're a country road and a cloud of dust
You're the rolling hills free from congestion
Where speed limits are just suggestions
Coming
Si ça jam ça jam pas
Si ça jam pas ça jam
Si ça jam ça jam pas
Si ça jam pas ça jam
En route pour la pratique
On est pris dans l'traffic
Y'a dla
[* Traffic Noise *]
[Verse 1]
Eleven-thirty on the dot, time to hit the spot
Damn that shit be hot, my nigga be what chu' got
On a sack of bud,
the congestion charge
(Now that's bullshit)
Never fucking nowhere to park
(Now that's bullshit)
Most of what you learn in class
Now that's bullshit
Especially
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