Julio/Truestofthecolors - Traffic

Traffic in my city, got me crazy (I go to work!)
Traffic in my city, got me thinking (What is my worth?)
See the whole world through my window, oh
See boy and girls, nowhere to go

Checked out from the job, tough day in the box
Numbers you must watch, skew em, flip em for the boss
It's ok, with PTO, benefits, retirement funds
Paying bills with corporate sums, bought our time, we gave em trust

Now we stuck in traffic streets, hours wasted, graciously
And that boy once had a dream, trucks around for basic fees
I''m right here, behind his truck, working on delivery
Lyrically, I'm Junot Diaz, but my work is never seen

Oh my goodness, that's the real, had to give it, how I feel
Yes indeed, we need, money, but never sell your soul for bills
On the 405, I see, beauty booming, 'fraid to speak
Fuck them all, your inner peace, supersedes a salary

Come on, get it how you get it,
Just remember, why you did it
When you tired, coming home, can not forfeit on vision
That's important, that's your spirit, that's the purpose of the mission

I hope you listen, uh!

Traffic in my city, got me crazy (I go to work!)
Traffic in my city, got me thinking (What is my worth?)
See the whole world through my window, oh
See boy and girls, nowhere to go

Written by:
Julio Miranda

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find