Song Lyrics

Stop light, what do you say
I think Ill race this Caddy with my Chevrolet
Hey man, don't you know the price of gasoline?
You're better off in a Chevrolet
Oh but you wont drive that in a raquetball club
You don't want the patrons giving you the royal snub
So you talk of the upholstery in the hot tub
You fight to remain humble in all them rising bubbles

What do you do when somebody's 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 complain
You 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: you're sitting and caught in a whole lot of traffic
It kind of makes you psychopathic
You wanna pull out a semi-automatic
Your minds going crazy and the radios blaring static

Sharp shades, what do you say
Are those the ones blocking out the ultraviolet rays?
GQ gave them incredible raves
I read it off the shelf, could not afford to pay
Said Seek prevention from those cataracts
Hide your eyes, be cool when you winter raft
Hey they're practically essential without them ozone findings
You don't want to look like a poor person in low-income blindings

What do you do when somebody's looking at you out a window in a car of four lanes?
Yeah the traffics going nowhere and your body's getting hot
All you gotta do is sit and complain
You 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: you're sitting and caught in a whole lot of traffic
It kind of makes you psychopathic
You wanna pull out a semi-automatic
Your minds going crazy and the radios blaring static

Ellis Paul

The duration of Traffic is 5:35 minutes and seconds.