'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street Until I wake and see another fuckin' day is
and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
the rush there's no pity On the edge of day Late night traffic, late to go home I'm slippin out into the twilight zone I'm on the edge of day * in a
gonna jump to conclusions Or throw away this perfect romance Even though I saw him dancin? last night With a girl in a leopard skin pants Yeah, he?s probably stuck in traffic
real, I must be right 'Cause it's dog eat dog to the pinnacle And success is an uphill fight I am fresh and clean every mornin' And dead on my feet every night
a day, a day in the life of America Yeah, that's just the way we live our lives in America That's just a day, a day in the life of America Yeah, that
't matter what we do the same old thing or something new As long as I know there's gonna be, one more night with you One more night with you, I mean one more night
many faces to see, I flip all switches, and rip all stitches, I hate always having to wait. making whose sorry into a, late breaking news story every day
we live forever Wooden Leather Slum is in my Village like them niggas up in Detroit (what up though) And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all Every night when I hear you, I dream of
I'm wishing this morning was still last night On any other day, I just might wanna die Traffic's backed up 20 miles to the east Must have hit every
night To the place of a blinking light Wishing traffic was faster Traffic was faster Keeping safe distance But courting disaster We could dance all night
From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights these river of rain From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'Cos I've run every
be causin' a crash? With your traffic jam booty heads pausin' so fast? (Hey) I wouldn't trade you for the world I swear it I like your hair in every
the traffic wrote the words It came a reelin' up Like Christmas bells And rappin' up Like pipes and drums Oh, won?t you stay We?ll put on the day And
their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day
liars that we've always hated every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure so we steal every chance we get every
liars that we've always hated. Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure. So we steal every chance we get every