Traffic - Ellis Paul

Stop light, what do you say

I 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 won’t 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 tub

You fight to remain humble in all them rising bubbles

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 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: youre 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 theyre practically essential;

without them ozone findings

You dont want to look like a poor person in low-income blindings