Atlanta Jam on I-285

Wake up early, grab my keys and phone

Hit the road—dang, I shoulda stayed home

Georgia peach on my dash, a horn in my ear

Everybody’s screaming but nobody can steer

I’m counting tail lights, bumper to bumper

Dreaming of waffles while my stomach’s a thumper

Stuck in traffic in Atlanta, what a show

Watching folks dance in their cars, moving slow

I got three podcasts, a soda, and a snack

But my playlist’s looping, still no turning back

Old ladies chilling with their dogs in the seat

Guy next to me rapping on repeat

A food truck’s selling dreams in the median lane

Wish I could grab a taco to cure my brain

I’m counting tail lights, bumper to bumper

Dreaming of waffles while my stomach’s a thumper

Stuck in traffic in Atlanta, what a show

Watching folks dance in their cars, moving slow

I got three podcasts, a soda, and a snack

But my playlist’s looping, still no turning back

Hey Siri, reroute me—nah, that don’t work

Google says “15 minutes” but it’s just a quirk

Helicopter overhead, waving at me down below

Maybe I’ll just join the parade and put on a show

Stuck in traffic in Atlanta, what a show

Watching folks dance in their cars, moving slow

I got three podcasts, a soda, and a snack

But my playlist’s looping, still no turning backRoll down the window, let the laughter inside

We’re Atlanta jammin’, on this bumpy ride