[1. Verse]:
My wonderings wonder where Heaven is
Believe me it's a constant thought; I 7/11 it
That 1 hour gap, I write about these special things
How you think I deal with ideals that are liquorish:
Sugarfree liquorish that's what my hope is
Devil licking on my brain, as he's holding it
I gotta get a hold on this, as I zone my trip, I should roll a bit in a train with a bag of pain and chips
See my... pen is exhausted, it makes me agnostic:
Slowly running out of ink
See my... limbs are exhausted, my life is exhausted:
All I see is missing links
Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do:
Still can't find the place
Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do
And the wheels move: I'm taken away
[Hook]:
As I write these Traffic Jamz
I feel so close to the golden hand
Oh, I feel elation (elation, elation, elation) and seperation..
With these Traffic Jamz, Traffic Jamz
[2. Verse]:
Lord willin' I'll be k**in' this sh**
With the pen I write all these words and similes with
Frankly speaking I fear that failure is near, so I flee from dread, running lickety-split
Every move that I make has the size of a chip
Every move I conceive is either major or big
I talk more than my actions; I'm truly ashamed of myself
Yea I'm the person I'm giving the blame
See I'm... running this marathon in a closed box:
Slowly running out of breath
See I'm... burried underground, no one hears my sound:
Isolation is too thick
Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do:
Still can't find the place
Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do
And the wheels move: I'm taken away
[Hook]:
As I write these Traffic Jamz
I feel so close to the golden hand
Oh, I feel elation (elation, elation, elation) and seperation..
With these Traffic Jamz, Traffic Jamz