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Traffic Can T Find My Way Home

can't find my way home And I can't find my way home And I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home No, I can

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my

I ain't never scared, How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain't never there, And I ain't never feared nuttin but god, You went to jail, came home and

the sound I can't sit down, I can't be still, no rest until I get my fill And it got this way against my will And now i can't stop until I hear the beat

rap, go ahead and freestyle Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it If you get hungry, grab something and eat it (Ha,ha) Drinkin' in the back with my home

' and the weather is cold Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll The rainfall is really takin' a toll On my mind and my body and on my spirit

, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape jury

dirt you can't rest in peace till you sleep in a hearse (r.i.p.) seek and you find, look bruv i'll reach you in time and for my brehs locked in the box

a porno mag Goddamn, if I had only stayed at home today I'll be fine to live the rest of my life this way Just a simple day (Sometimes I don't know