Testi:
Traffic Evening Blue

alone in this evening blue With the setting sun turning leaves to brown If I had a lover who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue

see all the lovin got my playa potna strong he loved that Krazy click so I dedicate this song in the name of Rame a true, blue soldier in this skrilla

times are hard, pullin' practical jokes on the security guard. And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya, standin' around talkin' about the future. Don't even

, shoots up through the stony ground But there's no room, no space to rent in this town You're out of luck and the reason that you had to care The traffic

It's that crunk crew, it's that crunk crew Blackened brothers in that crunk crew yeah (Chorus x 2) I love my home Atlanta My red and blue bandanas My

bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic

the city it shines in surprise in the ice cream heat And I want to be kissed in the haze of this hotel room Before the evening steals the afternoon And the traffic

need a few mil Even if it means you kill You resting in peace i rest in blue steel Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals How crazy you feel? Militant

to jail I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek I'm sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak" What the fuck is taking so long? (Hurry up,