Lyrics:
always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the Telegraph Road
Well, I'd sooner
a famous trumpet man
From out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that
No one else could play
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie
Just like any other day
We’re on our way
Back home, back home
We stop at a traffic light
It says 99
I really should be frustrated
But honestly I just
by
Cause I goota be on my way (on my way)
I ain't got time to play ( time to play)
Can't go broke another day (broke another day)
No way jose (no
Drawing portraits of the passers-by
Sitting on the curb
Combining traffic sounds
Getting dirty looks and dirty jeans
On the dirty ground
She says I
While I pull a book of
Rhymes off a rhymin' shelf
From A-B-C, we're X, 'Lil, and Dee
Master Dee is the cook and we're the MC
But like the waiters in
Your
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
If I had a hundred grand
And I'll be god damned if I throw it
In the air Like I didn't care
And I must say it's no way and nowhere
There's no pocket
a deer, a female deer
Re, a drop of golden sun
Mi, a name, I call myself
Fa, a long, long way to run
So, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow
for the hopscotch, jump, and sway!
ABC, it's easy as 1, 2, 3,
With a hip-hop twist, follow me.
Jump to the left, step to the right,
Learn your letters
the hopscotch jump and sway!
ABC it's easy as 1 2 3
With a hip-hop twist just follow me
Jump to the left step to the right
Learn your letters from day to night!
traffic lights
Just want you by my side
Red, Yellow Green
On the freeway I switch lanes again
Show me the way, sins cut me up again
On a road rage,
Hey girl, now I know
You've been waiting for me much too long
But I got caught up in traffic
One turn I made was wrong
You see the DJ
Q R ST U V
If you step to me again, we can skip to the Z
I’m paralyzed by the way you type the words with no space
Put that apostrophe back, or I
By the light of the moon
To a 50's tune
He pledged his love to her
A girl so rare
A girl so fair
The girl for him for sure
He could see himself
because he was way to real
I don't know why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight
it's still right here, more or or or less.
Stuck out in traffic, ya, I gotta go my own way.
My head is slipping, too intense I need an escape
I'm seeing
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
the wind blows
Young chicken done cross near that road
He listen to traffic go by
That chicken done, story been told
To get to the other side
I warn
of used cigarette butts.
So that's when I told him 'We can't use you today'
So I handed the boy a dollar and sent him on his way
Well the boss got back
Well oh well I feel I'm in decay
John Laws is on the air again
It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground
I see a million
(Traffic and bus noises)
Omo
finally we are out of this dead ass traffic
I thought sh*t like this only happens in Lagos
Guy IB has it fair share
oh boy
So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
All headshots if
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