Cruising down the highway,
Going steady with the flow,
I’m thinking it’ll be real quick,
To get to where I gotta go,

Suddenly up ahead,
I’m seeing a sea of red lights,
The feeling of dread overcomes me,
I knew this was gonna be a bad night.

I begin to slow down,
Hoping this is just a quick delay,
At least I got some good music,
On the mp3, I can play.

I pull up to the first car in the back,
A champagne beat up old Cadillac.
A little old lady in the drivers seat,
Looking like shes close to a heart attack.

I look to see how many cars are in front of her,
And I’m seeing them as far as the eye can go.
So I try to prepare myself mentally,
Cause I know this ride is gonna go real slow.

For the first half an hour,
My patience is still holding strong,
I’m thinking too myself,
This can’t possibly keep on,

I’m sure it was just an accident,
And the cops are trying to clear the wreck,
I say to myself, people need to learn to drive,
You put dummies on the road, this is what you expect.

I turn the ac up to high,
Cause this is one hot ass night,
Another half hour rolls by,
Now my patience is starting to lose the fight.

What the hell can be the hold up?
I thought the speed limit on this road was 55.
Can someone please tell me,
Why 24 is the highest speed I can drive?

I start to calm myself down,
At least I’ve still hot plenty of songs in the mp3.
I do a double take as I look at the screen,
Damn I’m on the last bar of my battery.

Ain’t this about a bitch,
What else can possibly go wrong,
I’m fuming up a fire,
As I wait for another hour long.

I’m cursing up a storm,
I hope the mother Fer in front of this traffic dies.
What the hell is he doing,
There’s a million cars behind him, he needs to recognize.

People got places to go,
We don’t have time to hear him sing, ” I feel pretty”.
He needs to drive like a man,
Instead of a country boy visiting the city.

Now I’m starting to do the math,
Have I really been sitting in traffic for 3 hours.
Please oh please let me see who it is,
I’m praying to God, to lend me the powers.

So that I might get a glimpse,
To who the driver is in the front.
I’m fixing to kick his head,
As hard as a 40 yard punt.

I just need five minutes,
To wrap my hands around his neck,
He must pay for his crimes,
And his utter lack of respect.

My thoughts are interrupted,
Cause the temperature is starting to rise.
Oh my God! Please don’t tell me the A/C.
Has decided to come to it’s demise.

It’s like a thousand degrees outside,
Oh this traffic needs to move!
I start blaring on the horn like a maniac,
I’m literally losing my cool.

Finally we are starting to move,
Phew! Just in the nick of time.
I thought I was gonna have to kill everyone,
And go to jail for my vicious crime,

I’m slowly pressing down on the accelerator,
Feeding my ride a little gas.
I had to suddenly slam on the break,
Cause the Caddy in front of me stopped real fast.

It seems the old beater,
Finally broke down, and was stuck.
It conked out as we entered single lane traffic,
And all I could say was what the F@#*#!