Traffic
Big stone crew
Running out of time, you don't seem surprised
Roadblock in sight, no screeming tires
And you're moving to slow
Roadblock in sight, no screeming tires
And you're moving to slow
Not a single smile is given
They rather give you the finger
Car horns are the perfect greeting
Traffic frenzy, no control
Hang up the phone, you're not alone
Here's your ticket, while they laugh at home!
Speed's a drug that can get you high
Hands on the wheel, stay cold and still
You can live longer than you can feel
They wanna lock you up, you'll have to pay your fine
As long as it messes with your insight
Driving out of state, drifting with no brakes
Silly mountains blow your mind away
Reach the border in no time
Can't explain the good old feeling
Road still empty, your slow breathing
Smoke sings while you see the city
Burning buildings, let it go
Slowly, your engine is dying
Pull over there comes the siren
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