Killola - Traffic | Текст песни

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People driving in their cars,
Metal to the pedal but you ain’t getting very far, what’s happening?
So here you going going going?... Like little Boeings, Boeings?...

Here I am, once again, stuck in traffic.
Count to 10, trying not to panic.
Red light, green light
Broke the rules down to the letter.
Let me try it once again, i can do it better...
Red light, green light.

Here I am once again...
Here I am once again...
Here I am once again...

People flying out their cars
Regretting and forgetting can only get a girl so far.
So where you going, going?
Like little Boeings, Boeings yeah?
Didn't ya see the red light?

God knows how I hate to say, I told you so.
What ya lookin' at me for?
I'm no help... The future is a ghost.

Here I am, once again, stuck in traffic.
Count to 10, trying not to panic.
Red light, green light.

Broke the rules down to the letter.
Let me try it once again, I can do it better!
Red light, green light.

God knows how I hate to say...
God knows how I hate to say...

Here I am once again...