Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse]
Cones in the truck, we the street Picasso,
Orange pyramids stacking like it's El Dorado.
Drivers honk wild, rage volcano,
Middle finger symphonies, the urban piano.
Sweat on the brow, sun cooking like a griddle,
Dodging SUVs, man, life’s a riddle.
Placement precise, straight lines, no scribble,
Yet they treat us small, like we some Skittle.
[Chorus]
Traffic control, we paint the roads bold,
Dodging the chaos, stories untold.
Life in the zone, keep your head on patrol,
Tryna keep order, but they outta control.
[Verse 2]
Safety vest glowing, fashion faux pas,
But it keeps me seen when the drivers play saw.
Crosswalk maestro, baton in my hand,
Conducting chaos like a roadside band.
Windshield stares, their patience getting thinner,
Every horn blast, another headache dinner.
Feet move quick, can't lose my soul,
In this asphalt jungle, traffic takes its toll.
[Bridge]
Rage on the wind, curses in the air,
We’re the unsung heroes, no one seems to care.
No Grammy for cones, no Oscar for signs,
But without us, man, y’all stuck in a bind.
Details
GeneratedNov 13, 2025
Duration1:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, percussive, driving rhythm with sharp hi-hats and a heavy bassline
Credits
Prompt by
Joey_morgan55
Joey_morgan55ModelAria v5
Prompt
Traffic control, putting the signs up, placing the cones in line, traffic Hating us, that’s the life of a traffic control, trying not to get run over, keep from losing our cool., rap
