Ellis Paul - Traffic Lyrics
Stop light, what do you sayI think Ill race this Caddy with my Chevrolet.Hey man, dont you know the price of gasoline?Youre better off in a Chevrolet.Oh but you wont drive that in a raquetball club.You dont want the patrons giving you the royal snub.So you talk of the upholstery in the hot tubYou fight to remain humble in all them rising bubbles.[Chorus]What do you do when somebodys looking at you out a window in a car of four lanes?Yeah the traffics going nowhere and your bodys getting hot;All you gotta do is sit and complainYou go no air condition, no tape deck slot, no pretty babe to kiss and no cork to pop.You go a whole lot of nothing, got a whole lot of not,I guess you got to face it: youre sitting and caught in a whole lot of traffic.It kind of makes you psychopathicYou wanna pull out a semi-automaticYour minds going crazy and the radios blaring staticSharp shades, what do you sayAre those the ones blocking out the ultraviolet rays?GQ gave them incredible raves; I read it off the shelf, could not afford to paySaid Seek prevention from those cataracts, Hide your eyes, be cool when you winter raftHey theyre practically essential; without them ozone findingsYou dont want to look like a poor person in low-income blindings[Repeat Chorus]
