Traffic by Killa B Lyrics
[Hook]
Drive gotta drive stick shift is your strive
Trynna balance out feelings gotta pick up your life
Cause it's clutch when it's together carpool lane to fame
But there's always some traffic on the highway of this game
[Verse 1]
Gotta hit the 105 before 9:05
Buttoned up your shirt and pants at the same time you drive
First day at work and you feeling all in yourself
Feeling like the jar of cookies on the top of the shelf
First day of change like a 90's PAC song
Like the sky is the limit like a 90's biggie song
But ain't no tension in your thoughts, no beef on your chest
Bleached the shirt in the washer and smoked away all your stress
So don't stress..
I mean in the end yo mamma said to always give it yo best
But yo best didn't separate you from your peers and the rest
So don't rest until discussions of success is in ya breath
So breath....
Let it out
So Breath....
Let it out
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You might wanna stress cause you gonna be late
All this traffic on the freeway can't be your lucky fate
So u take the nearest exit metaphor of you're life
Never showed your perseverance never showed you're full strive
So u drive! Wait, check the rear view it's a five-
O u pulled over broke the lines like it's rover
Just a speeding ticket, cool, sent you off to your day
Speeding all the way to work has you sit there and pray
So let's Pray...
Bust through the doors you made it all the way
And you thinking to yourself thank God that you prayed
Then your boss said Hello there's a drug test today
Damn!
Though you fucking made it shouldn't have smoke yesterday (x2)
Drive gotta drive stick shift is your strive
Trynna balance out feelings gotta pick up your life
Cause it's clutch when it's together carpool lane to fame
But there's always some traffic on the highway of this game
[Verse 1]
Gotta hit the 105 before 9:05
Buttoned up your shirt and pants at the same time you drive
First day at work and you feeling all in yourself
Feeling like the jar of cookies on the top of the shelf
First day of change like a 90's PAC song
Like the sky is the limit like a 90's biggie song
But ain't no tension in your thoughts, no beef on your chest
Bleached the shirt in the washer and smoked away all your stress
So don't stress..
I mean in the end yo mamma said to always give it yo best
But yo best didn't separate you from your peers and the rest
So don't rest until discussions of success is in ya breath
So breath....
Let it out
So Breath....
Let it out
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You might wanna stress cause you gonna be late
All this traffic on the freeway can't be your lucky fate
So u take the nearest exit metaphor of you're life
Never showed your perseverance never showed you're full strive
So u drive! Wait, check the rear view it's a five-
O u pulled over broke the lines like it's rover
Just a speeding ticket, cool, sent you off to your day
Speeding all the way to work has you sit there and pray
So let's Pray...
Bust through the doors you made it all the way
And you thinking to yourself thank God that you prayed
Then your boss said Hello there's a drug test today
Damn!
Though you fucking made it shouldn't have smoke yesterday (x2)