Stuck in the traffic
Capacity is overstate

Stuck in the train
Jam-packed it’s overcrowded by

Stuck in the city
The streets are filled with dirty bomb

Stuck in the rut
You don’t know what you got to do

But boys you are son
A son of all the golden age
Get ready to grow
I’m certainly but not surely it’s limited
You know
Umpire is getting nervous
About the rolex he got
I got to do something about it

Get in to Get out to Get it to Get up to
Get in to Get out to Get it to Get up to
Get in to Get out to Get it to Get up to
Get in to Get out to Go

I’m in middle of the story
We get so high inside a strobe light
And then get wrapped up into the story
We get so high inside a glory hole
And then get wrapped up

Together
We cannot be friends
Your over-rated criticism
In dazzling structure filled with lust
There all the people craving to be loved

Stuck in the traffic
Capacity is overstate

Stuck in the train
Jam-packed it’s overcrowded by

Stuck in the city
The streets are filled with dirty chics

Stuck in the rut
We got but I don’t know what to do

Baby girl
A daughter of the golden age
Get ready to grow
I’m certainly but not surely it’s limited
You know
Umpire is getting nervous
About the Rolex he got
I got to do something about it

Get in to Get out to Get it to Get up to
Get in to Get out to Get it to Get up to
Get in to Get out to Get it to Get up to
Get in to Get out to Go

I’m in middle of the story
We get so high inside a strobe light
And then get wrapped up into the story
We get so high inside a glory hole
And then get wrapped up

To tell the truth
With no offense
We’re not for you
We live for us
In dazzling structure filled with lust
There all the people craving to be high