night You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through I believed you when you said that we should both try something new Something new
Traduzione: Traffico. Qualcosa di nuovo.
But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk Serpentine, in and out of traffic
I'm king Until the alarm clock rings Stepping out from safety's door I hear the rushing traffic roar Smiling to myself I say, "...Hooray its a brand new
to do Waiting, waiting Waiting, waiting, waiting Take a number, stand in line That's what you must do I've had enough, I have no time Won't you tell me something new
[Slug]: 7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio The evening is over Another morning, another opportunity To do something progressive prove that
here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit I just blend in with the rest of the traffic
Oh no, WE'RE not slaves to the company, baby. We do what we're born and raised to do and when you create something, you're producing something and that
can't take away Everybody holding on to something Nobody wants to fade away No forgiveness on the streets of this town I left my patience at a traffic
Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new
in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin' Gotta squad, what you think, it ain't no guns or something? Picture Me Rollin', holdin' less than a one or somethin
s been full of trifes in ways but soon I see better days Pass my pistol in weigh with better ways Stay away from all this madness Given through traffic something new
I wanna trap but I create bread head They're screaming for the music so I got to serve With that new white by the south but just got deserved [?] That new
that you? Seems like every time I see you Darling you got something else to do [Alternate verse: Seems like every time I catch you, datcha you're up to something new
what I say now We'll be there for you [Chorus] The Crazy Frog is coming And everybody's jumping New York to San Fransisco An intercity disco The wheels of steel are turning And traffic
nearly crazy And I was clearly crazy [Deacon the Villain] On I-85 North, going nowhere Would hit the 400, but I ain't got money for the toll there Traffic
