3xF - Traffic Jam

Yo, it's fuckin' swelterin', stuck in this gridlock, Climate's dead, feelin' like I'm in a damn hotbox. Beads of sweat, my shirt's clingin' like a second skin, Just a tiny little shart, but it's beginnin'. Traffic's movin' like a snail, heat's makin' me ill, That lil' bit of crap, man, it's comin' in for the kill. Car's a fuckin' oven, bro, I'm trapped inside, More shit's on its way, I can feel it, no lie. Windows fogged, visibility's gone to shit, Got a bit of crap in my pants, this ain't it. Heat's like a bitch, I'm losin' my cool, More's on the way, and I'm no longer a stool. Stuck here shittin' my pants, a fuckin' tragedy, The smell's risin' up like it's some kinda gas strategy. Hotter than hell, just sittin' here waitin', More crap's comin', shit, I'm hatin'.