Lyrics:
cherry flavored chapstick
While I'm wasting my youth
Stuck in Manhattan traffic
Will you be there waiting for me
I'll be home by two in the morning
We
traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go
Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
Been skipping school since Pre-K
ABC's weren't my thing
All I needed was A through G
But even now I still can't sing
If any rule maker steps in
you got fallen reasons in one blink
you got people always tryin' to think
you got sisters in a traffic jam
my body's like a tram
you got trouble
heyyyy
Naija lo bimi si yo
I don read ABC yo
I don read 123 yo
Wetin them want tellu me?
Omo Naija, Oya Mr sweety na Naija heyyy
Omo Naija, Oya
calls your name
You didn't choose for things to be this way
Creature of the moon, your fate's been set since birth
Don't apologize
Altered by the earth,
of daylight
I'll meet my fate
Underneath a traffic light
Yeah
Oh no
Trapped in a box by myself
Leave me here, to rot
By myself
Trapped in a box by myself
turn my soul
Even tracks of the lanes, I found my one way
I just thought you'd stand by yourself
I just thought you'd stand for no one else
Driving cars
to think about it this way
We need to slow down anyway
We can put it in park
I can scoot to where you are
Get to fallin in your arms
Like I wanna do
There's
the traffic
Fighting through the traffic
Fighting through the traffic
Fighting through the traffic
Floating on the waves of time
I landed with you by my side
It
like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa
Crosstown traffic
Black to black
You should a seen 'er
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball
I prophesied
What was on the horizon
Crosstown traffic
Black to black
You should a seen 'er
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball
I prophesized
What was on the horizon
down, tradewinds blow me down
Aimed for the Milky Way, then got stuck in a traffic delay
Gridlock around the clock, no-one really gives a
Forced out
Oh, oh
Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
On your way
D. Major baby
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in
like me on the
Job from nine to five
Working nine to five
What a way to make a living
Barely getting by
It's all taking and no giving
They just use your
full it means you've just been had
When the world has gone to seed you're so detached
Got a feeling that I want you to be there
Driving by on my
poppin'
All that talkin', it ain't nothin'
Rozay comfy in the pocket
Tatted, bridge water runnin' traffic like a faucet
Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you
cage
Takes courage to run on these roadways
I know you like "no way", but I'm a full race
All so every soccer Terry Fox moulding, go ahead
Don't
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make
I'm sitting in this traffic trying to find my way back home
Below 32 got me freezing outside in the cold
You left me on the streets and watched me
Bound for somewhere down the road
With a heavy load on this ever-racing mind
Too much cooking on my stove
I've stewed myself a traffic jam inside
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