Here's a little song you can all join in with It's very simple and I hope it's new yeah Make your own words up if you want to Any old words that you think
. Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. The way it feels when it congeals, No traffic, in or out. Close your eyes. Tired eyes No traffic
blows from side to side Makes me settle for less This is the sin that makes me spin Away from righteousness I won't get stuck in a traffic jam Oh man
Vertaling: Alle. Geen verkeer.
Vertaling: Het verkeer. U kunt alle Join in.
blood. The way it feels when it congeals, Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. Close your eyes. No traffic, in or out. Tired eyes No traffic
(Mason) Here's a little song you can all join in with It's very simple and I hope it's new Make your own words up if you want to Any old words that
All stand up, let me hear you say never say never All hands up, are you ready for the weekend? Are you ever All stand up, let me hear you say never say
Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms
right now it's all, irrelevant i'm so high i won't, remember it and i wish that this could last forever but maybe one night is even better real nigga mayne all
know we gotta do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab it and I gotta cut all through this traffic just to be at the top
3) Get it straight like panters I enhance, M.O.B., I'm all about my chips like Lance I be with animals with animal tactics, I swear I'm backed up like New York traffic
for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all We got it ziplocked Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop Shit knocked, bitch stop We roll, we ball, we all
to SLOW! On your marks, get set, ready, GO! (repeat) (Verse 2) I told panic We don't get no static from downhill Crazy rides running through 50 traffic
die yeah y?all remember me First album was a classic them critics weren?t feelin? me Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes So what?s all
Go ahead ask him bitches 'Bout how I be smokin' out, party all night, oh yeah, it's goin' down Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff Oh yeah, we smokin' all
end Told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you
got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in
