're too near me to hear me, cross-eyed to see clearly Side winding like a snake and yet you try to steer me Veer me into oncoming traffic, hold up, dearie
state) Of confusion (whooooh). We're in a state (state) Of confusion (whooooh). I don't know whether I'm coming or I'm going. Should feel happy, should feel glad
stands for grams like a drill sergeant the opposition stands still rusty and lethargic can't fuck with the stop and go flow like rush hour traffic Shit
[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, these bitches
shoulders,/ my chest, and my thighs The next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own voice /on the answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad
hard time in a hard place I'm taking it day by day Life goes on...oh, yeah, life goes on... Don't ask me if I feel alright I'm glad that I am here
She's got the looks that could kill And a smile that stops traffic She's got the eyes that can heal She makes me feel so fantastic She knows what drives
of tools get shot at you, no time for a ditch backyard or pool I'll make you road kill, get crushed like them possums do Shouldn't of been running in traffic
eh eh..eh eh eh eh eh I feel like EH EH EH..EH EH EH EH EH It's two in the mornin' someone tell me why's there's traffic I wish I had a bumper car,
keep, O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in Peril on the sea. Oh Christ, the Lord of hill and plain, O'er which our traffic runs amain. By
new york and the white guys wish they could He was standing feet sweet looking good to go I could swing this city but the traffic moves too slow American
how I go [and your boy Baby Bash] That's how I go [Mario] How I go how I go I let the roof drop Drippin' candy with super baby In my new car And I'm glad
more Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot So glad we made it, so glad we made it You gotta
shoulders / my chest and my thighs The next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own voice /on the answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad
Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam; Get home just in time to watch it on TV. Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am, And if I am even close
You know when somehow Monday doesn't feel the same And it just can't get you down Yeah, I'm sittin' in this traffic jam and smilin' anyway Every time
on, oh yeah, life goes on I'm taking it day by day Life goes on, oh yeah, life goes on Don't ask me if I feel alright I'm glad that I am here tonight
it's load I can't help myself, but I must look and see All I can say is "I'm sure glad it's not me" Caught in traffic, I hate the stress Lining up