Texty:
Traffic Every Night Every Day

Every night, every day, I keep feelin' the same old way Every night, every day, I keep feelin' the same old way Every night, every day, I keep feelin' the same old way Every night, every

day trying to earn my pay Oh, is it worth it now to sweat all day and see it slip away Every night, every day, I keep feeling the same old way Every night, every

I come alive in the night time Okay, away we go Only thing we have on is the radio Let it play Say you gotta leave, but I know you wanna stay You just waiting on the traffic

pimp, nigga Make that hoe pay you for every thang you do Every thang you do you gotta get money, mayn all day, all night I wouldn't fuck a bitch for

Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families, some looking

keep your boots on your laces tied And only troop on the late night if you play right, you stay right, right You never play the day light, jakes get

started showin' My right hand was owing every hoe we know She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know, yeah He put me on on that traffic,

teetha part, be your substitute teacher write my rhymes on a chart, we're ready every single night to take the stage and play. I don't have a job but I work all day

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 breaking