Lyrics Traffic Lights - ZionRyozo
I
swear
these
traffic
lights
In
my
eyes,
intensifies
Terrifies,
petrifies
Teary
eyes,
manly
cries
Still
at
BK
binging
on
some
chilli
fries
Haha
yeah
chilli
fries
I
went
from
being
filled
with
so
much
anger
To
going
green
going
red
and
then
to
amber
They
say
you
gotta
to
learn
to
control
your
temper
Damn
her
swear
I'm
turning
into
Bruce
Banner
Greener
less
a
sinner
I
rather
her
than
Kardashian
or
Jenner
Cold
hearted
but
with
her
I'm
tender
Vulnerable
slender
And
I
wonder
who
sent
her
Swear
she
the
devil
in
disguise
but
with
a
manner
She
the
hit
the
nail
on
the
head,
I
need
a
hammer
I'm
the
only
celestial
that
can
tempt
her
Say
less
real
just
to
man
up
I
must
be
so
careless
Tripping
over
with
no
force
like
I'm
Airless
Oh
silly
me
who
would
friend
us
Let
alone
bear
us
So
I
sit
alone
in
the
dark
speakers
on
See
what
the
snare
does
Does
anybody
feel
embarrassed
Questionable
answers
And
things
starting
to
get
a
lot
denser
Rest
assured
this
track
is
probably
the
most
harmless
Heartless
for
each
step
I
retract
and
take
a
deep
breath
Weed,
meth
not
the
type
I'm
obsessed
But
say
real
you
there
to
celebrate
all
my
successes
Oppressed
by
pressed
more
or
less
Started
of
local
with
Cortez
hot
as
A
sauna
in
the
middle
of
a
desert
Four
jests
around
me
I'm
impressed
South
East
North
West
Damn
I'm
tipsy,
pour
less
Care
to
apologise
for
your
nonsense
Starting
to
make
more
sense
And
my
bank
account
starting
to
make
more
cents
Henceforth,
I
refer
to
the
book
I
keep
with
written
names
of
those
who
poured
sense
Socially
awkward
in
the
past
so
more
gents
All
friends
I
keep
it
real,
no
nonsense
Small
circle,
hot
headed
filled
with
offence
Often,
all
rants,
clear
minded
conscious
Things
starting
to
get
lot
stranger
around
here,
Hawkins
No
time
or
money
for
ballin
I
put
my
all
in
My
ideas
I'm
drawing
man
swear
this
is
my
calling
Endorphins
please
increase
the
morphine
Just
like
Drizzy,
without
me
65
is
just
a
bunch
of
orphans
High
as
a
bird
and
I'm
not
even
soaring
So
sophisticated
in
my
work
like
the
footwork
of
soldiers
when
they
fall
in
Broken
hearted
stuck
in
the
same
maze
I've
been
to
Purple
Hearts
make
my
lightsaber
turn
to
Mace
Windu's
Accelerate
my
life
I'm
collecting
accolades
They
building
up
in
my
tall
cabinets
For
all
of
y'all
to
fascinate
Or
maybe
toast
a
bottle
of
champagne
to
celebrate
But
what's
there
to
celebrate
Huh
what's
there
to
celebrate
When
you
still
stuck
in
the
traffic
Foot
on
the
brake
Huh
Yeah
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