White Traffic Songtext
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White Traffic Songtext
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Cool
Like you know I got a hand in you and
And it makes you shake and breathe
So cool, oh
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Cool
Yeah
It′s kinda hard to breathe when you're down there
Images of you in your office wear
And my fingers creep above the hemline
We can take it off now ′cause we got time
And you feel like you're gonna die
That's okay ′cause I turn you on and
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Like you know I got a hand in you and
Makes you shake and makes you breathe
So cool, oh
Love, it′s cool
We can hardly make it through the doorway
And you hunt me down on the stairwell
And then you push and shove and choke me down
Woman, take your love out on the ground
And you feel like you're gonna die
That′s okay 'cause I turn you on and
Turn you on and turn you on and
Love, I can′t stop it when it turns you on
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Cool
Like you know I got a hand in you and
And it makes you shake and breathe
So cool, oh
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Cool
Yeah
It′s kinda hard to breathe when you're down there
Images of you in your office wear
And my fingers creep above the hemline
We can take it off now ′cause we got time
And you feel like you're gonna die
That's okay ′cause I turn you on and
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Like you know I got a hand in you and
Makes you shake and makes you breathe
So cool, oh
Love, it′s cool
We can hardly make it through the doorway
And you hunt me down on the stairwell
And then you push and shove and choke me down
Woman, take your love out on the ground
And you feel like you're gonna die
That′s okay 'cause I turn you on and
Turn you on and turn you on and
Love, I can′t stop it when it turns you on
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Traffic white tropic under your desk, we all ride
Writer(s): Jessica Graves, Jeremy Bringetto, Rex John Shelverton, Rafael Weinstein, Jonah Buffa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

