Chael Blinya - PSA Traffic TPA (feat. Stetson Lucier)

Busy doing donuts never slowly
Secretly behind the police
Popped a tired caught a flat
Drumstick wings rolling
Pepperoni stay patrolling
Slow down don't bust
Subwoofers motivate thrust
Pedestrians bound to get struck
Speakers bleed from finest album cuts
18 wheelers hitting U-turns
Chaos wherever you turn
Night before Friday on Gunn Highway
Yea riding dirty round with the GlokkNine
See the stop signs but they keep going
Federally Rollie could stop time
See the stop signs but they keep going
They see the stop signs but they keep going
They see the stop signs but they keep going
Keep going nah
Keep going, keep going uh
They see the stop signs but they keep going
I love driving but I really hate traffic
Yea, I really hate traffic
I told my mama that I really hate traffic
A lotta drama yea I really hate traffic
Laughing at Carole Baskin
Carole Fucking Baskin
Strolling down Nebraska Avenue
Three Coins Diner dimes, joy riding through
Carpool, swimming through traffic
Hillsborough lateral
Lane switch red light district swerving on the D-low
Sex drive crazy, though libido isn't guido
It seems suited like custom tuxedos
Double 007 Friday on Gunn Highway
Yea had her triggered by squeezing GlokkNine
See the stop signs but they keep going
Shotgun passenger spread her thighs wide
See the stop signs but they keep going
They see the stop signs but they keep going
They see the stop signs but they keep going
Keep going nah
Keep going, keep going uh
They see the stop signs but they keep going
Uh they've been turning sharper than Mach-9
See the stop signs but they keep going
They see the stop signs but they keep going
They see the stop signs but they keep going
Keep going now, keep going, keep going
Keep going now, keep going, keep going
They see the stop sign but they keep going
They see the stop sign but they keep going
I love driving but I really hate traffic
Traffic
Traffic
Uh-uh
Vehicular homicide
Waitress traumatized
Part time groupie, she had a lotta bandwidth
Camera flash titty, high beam 69
She used both lips just to blow & bang band with
Unclothe upload drove up traffic
Uh yea until the server crashed
When waitress found out, a server crashed
Night after Friday on Gunn Highway
Nowhere they're going
They've come so far
Ulterior motives
All in his car
No locomotives
His friends can’t play
Nowhere they're going
Park car then ride away, ay, ay
This car will take you there
This ride
Sex drive gon get you there
I love driving but I really hate traffic
Yea, I really hate traffic
I told my mama that I really hate traffic
Okay we get in nigga tell us what happened

Written by:
Michael Blinya

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