TRAFFIC FICTION
In the mind of the wind is where I come from
Just let me ride till the end till I have my fun
Let me roll let me roll till I can't no more
Down the last empty road under blue skies
Zoom zoom zoom bang boom boom clack
Stereo is booming skip no track
I'm a blur in the world and in every town
Yeah, there's nothing as depressing as slowing me down
I see some red lights coming on strong
People braking where they don't belong
See for yourself and you'll realize just what it look like
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, it's going around
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, came up from the ground
Bringing me down
Put the fine for the bridge on the dash for the judge
Let it burn like a witch in the rhinestone sun
Every mile, every mile I'mma get reborn
But I'm dying by the minute, good lord
Move, move, moving, never going back
Silver moon is looming, sky is black
I'm a soul on parole in a desert land
Thrown back into prison and damned by the damned
I see some red lights coming on strong
People braking where they don't belong
You know the name and the warning signs
And what it look like
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, it's going around
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, came up from the ground
Bringing me down
Just let me ride till the end till I have my fun
Let me roll let me roll till I can't no more
Down the last empty road under blue skies
Zoom zoom zoom bang boom boom clack
Stereo is booming skip no track
I'm a blur in the world and in every town
Yeah, there's nothing as depressing as slowing me down
I see some red lights coming on strong
People braking where they don't belong
See for yourself and you'll realize just what it look like
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, it's going around
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, came up from the ground
Bringing me down
Put the fine for the bridge on the dash for the judge
Let it burn like a witch in the rhinestone sun
Every mile, every mile I'mma get reborn
But I'm dying by the minute, good lord
Move, move, moving, never going back
Silver moon is looming, sky is black
I'm a soul on parole in a desert land
Thrown back into prison and damned by the damned
I see some red lights coming on strong
People braking where they don't belong
You know the name and the warning signs
And what it look like
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, it's going around
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction
Traffic fiction, came up from the ground
Bringing me down
Credits
Writer(s): Tre Burt
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