9. Traffic

Woke up in the sun Thank god I lived the blizzard The warm summer air that Through out the winter Rolling top down I'm on the highway No amount of rain Can ruin my day I got over the clouds I'm ready for the crowds I put my time in the bank So it's time withdraw Bought a tank for the wrist It's lapis Pretty good for a thousand dollar ad lib Writing these raps while I'm in traffic Got New whip I'm trying to crash it Hope to live fast and that's about it Never coming last I ran my track list I met this girl the other day She couldn't pump gas Asked me if I could And handed me a stack of cash I asked What does your father do anyway He's the manager of so and so's secretary So how you figure you're gonna make your figures A miss degree at Harvard and a banging figure A mystery to me how this bank can appear She took off to the beach in her Porsche suv I never did hear about her plan for next year I wonder what she's up to now I can't loose I can't loose the sun Baby I can't loose No I can't loose The sun