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Seems like I’m going nowhere
Streaming traffic lights
Seems like I’m going nowhere
Streaming traffic lightsGoing nowhere, hold tight
‘Cos I don’t know, man, I ain’t lying
Got a place to rely on
To get you home in ivy

Hands on a pistol only get you hung
A hand on her face will always get you home
Hands on a pistol only get you hung
A hand on her face will always get you home

Seems like I’m going nowhere
Streaming traffic lights
Seems like I’m going nowhere
Streaming traffic lights

Going nowhere, hold tight
‘Cause I don’t know, man, I ain’t lying
Hadn’t told me
No one ever told me

Hands on a pistol only get you hung
A hand on her face will always get you home
Hands on a pistol only get you hung
A hand on her face will always get you homeDon’t worry, girl, I haven’t changed