Traffic - Control Top

Can’t waste my time

Waiting in line

Red, yellow, green mean nothing to me

Racing through the streets with electric speed

Mental traffic

Wreaking havoc

I can’t stand it

I won’t have it

Can’t waste my time

Waiting in line

Patriarchy means nothing to me

Breaking through the scene, getting off my knees

Mental traffic

Wreaking havoc

I can’t stand it

I won’t have it

Permission is an invention

To keep us trapped in convention

Sometimes the moment passes

Urgency turns to molasses

Got to grab it

Can’t waste my time

Waiting in line

Dreams are the only things with meaning

Unchaining my brain, entering the ring

Mental traffic

Wreaking havoc

I can’t stand it

I won’t have it

Got to grab it