am just From morning till night I look at my piece of fun And I am just who I am just I ignore traffic lights But I have nowhere to run Chased the sun
, There's a sun show every second. Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today. And the streets are paved with passersby, And pigeons fly, and papers
traffic Watching the sun rise, twisting on the grass Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash Cuz i heard the plottin one You gotta have your paper
desperation. and just because im an anarchist doesnt mean that i wont burn a black flag; while youre wishing for utopia i just hope the cops dont search my paper
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like
on the day There's a sun show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers
me this far I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck Just walked up and laughed at the cop Type of nigga to go up in traffic and start blastin the glock
bousand, drinkin couple beers This is not The Wire, we move em bout some reels Hops in the industry and cops a couple deals Now Im hot as an Hennessey sittin in the sun
hop in Even though they on dubs Too love what a thug do I know you got your bread right Let's see if your head right In the traffic in the middle of
?s like I read in the paper Like a pen, like a pen, yeah Battle likes a wicked good one Darian, Darian, yeah Landslide, going down, falling, stuck in traffic
imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me in a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury 2-bedroomed apartments overlook the traffic
I wake up in the evening The sun is still around The street seems to be busy I hear the traffic sounds Last night's been lousy I had a lot to drink Too
it, when I passed homie the lighter Puffin that pharmaceutical so Cali's where I'm movin' to Blazing on a sunny afternoon this shit it beautiful The sun
must have been here for hours, everything's stiff and my head throbs like someone's drumming on china. The car stops. He turns off the motor -- but there are no traffic