Traffic

By Ryan Kyle

Released on June 17, 2020

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Traffic, why you always rap so bumper to bumper?/

All I see is red from the brake lights/

Take flight, rake might leave me broke/

Damn it’s like steak night’s canceled

In the casino, try make my dough all back/

Dressed in all black, feeling Johnny Cash/

Toot my own brass/

I have no dishonest past/

Keep a hundred I just like to make people laugh/

Like the eagles my life in the fast lane/

Smokin shatter that broken glass pane/

Dab dabbling, yap babbling, snap magic and crap gambling/

Ham wallet wet when I walk by/

Stalling? I’m not a plumber guy/

Hummer drive by/

Gas guzzling, maps buffering, like a helicopter I’m hovering/

Now crashing, I don’t flash bling/

Wack thing to do/

Asking you to/

Follow your dream/

All in all it’s not hard as seem/

Just gotta believe/

Gotta put in a little sweat like a room full of that steam/

What do I mean?/

Mopping the floor/

Other words I’ma just settle the score/

No co-sign no I don’t need an endorse/

Mint fell out my mouth cuz I spit so hard/

How many men you met with a dick this large?/

Motherfuckers doubted it how did he get this good?/

Must’ve been the time that I spent in Hollywood/

Living in the hills something to aim for/

It’s a cost that money can’t pay for/

Can you just do me one more favor?/

Listen to the track to the end/

I’m a master with pens/

That’s facts, no amend/

I can actually bend time/

Listen to the track to the end/

I’m a master with pens/

That’s facts, no amend/

I can actually bend time/