fence me in I want a love, that don't mean a thing That's the love I want, I want love I want love, just a different kind I want love, won't break me
blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic
bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
, and bury my past with my burdens and strife? I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden, and make every lover the love of my life. I figure that
Moves like a fist through the traffic Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump but you feel it, in
the players club, rockin' gators with leather gloves playin tough and showin ladies love i'm way above average, i know u love Paris, but we can ride our horse and carriage through the bronx traffic
always love youuuuu! Ima be, the one you need, Ima keep you in, its our love(x2) And ima be yo everything, i'll love you til' the end of time And i love
in any reindeer games then one foggy christmas eve santa came to say rudolph with your nose so bright won't you guide my sleigh tonight then how the reindeer loved
, keep rollin', rollin', rollin' Hey, keep rollin', rollin', rollin' What you say now? I love you My Impala sittin' on them two fours I love you My Cutlass
keep, O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in Peril on the sea. Oh Christ, the Lord of hill and plain, O'er which our traffic runs amain. By
' in Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits The game is gettin' graphic but man I gots to have it Some love
here for, this is 354 What you tryna get some gas or some shit from the store But nobody asked these motherfuckers what do they want It was bitin, mad traffic
with the strippers u go in there to watch Blowin on L's Smellin like Chanel You say you the man but dawg these bitches cant tell But ladies love Dom
money with the strippers u go in there to watch Blowin on el Smellin like Chanel You say you the man but dawg these bitches cant tell But ladies love
matter, darling, where you are I think of you night and day, day and night Why is it so that this longing for you Follows wherever I go? In the roaring traffic
ain?t really seeing the? .. i got spears on the microphone, i let niggers have it, chance.. the beast magic. i still do the shit in traffic, an still
If you gave up major vices You're between a hard place and a wall And your car breaks down in traffic On the street Remember, I'm the one who loves you