Bumper to bumper, a car in every lane
Stuck in perpetual motionlessness, how do I project my disadain?
Whether on the 101 or the 405
We are nothing more than slaves to the concrete; all because we wanted to take a drive
Wrecks wrecks everywhere
Come join us on the highway if you dare
Out on these mean streets one can never relax
Here in the Sunshine State the drivers are crazier than the characters of Mad Max
The smog keeps your car far from pristine
Explatives and shooting a bird become routine
You are never safe, no matter the hour
Stopped at a standstill at 4am will quickly turn you mood sour
Seemingly appearing out of nowhere and dissapering in a flash
A second lapse in concentration always ends in a crash
Call for help if you want, it will only pass you bye
Received only if battered or bruised and maybe if you die
And the vehicles that inhabit the jungle are worth more than my life
Driving through the gentrified hoods of the city, you could cut the tension with a knife
So why put myself through all the pain you say?
It's quite simple really, no one walks in LA!
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