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Traffic Every Mothers Son

'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Well I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son And I'm

Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you First, ya get the money, then you get the power G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every

Be that as I chooses, drinkin' tropical It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call every

to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows. I wanna drill holes in the sky. I'm in love with the nomad and I miss my mother badly, I was a sideways

(feat. Mos Def, Styles P) Hello hello hello hello... [MOS DEF:] Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys Entrances exits vestibules and alleys

(feat. Mos Def, Styles P) Hello hello hello hello... [MOS DEF:] Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys Entrances exits vestibules and alleys

Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every

: (feat. Mos Def, Styles P) Hello hello hello hello... [MOS DEF:] Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys Entrances exits vestibules and alleys

and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although