Traffic Video (MV)

Practice your craft, anticipate the laughs
Be like your brother, he gets along well with others
He's real funny, and you're not
You give your work too much thought

But he doesn't overthink whether to wake or not
When it's raining
Lovers in broken hotels rot and become one
Well, me, I got no one in either hell or heaven
One night, I finally did it
I drove into the sunset when it beckoned
Without my routine overthinking

My father and my father's father's father's father didn't listen
But me, I'm like my mother with my constant worrying
(All right)
For once in my lifetime, I'll find a reason for my existence
If there's not too much traffic