BACK OF THE BUS Lyrics

I was on back of the bus, yeah, alright

I was on back of the bus, writing these verses in abundance

Tripping on tickets for lunch, wondering who I was loving

Cause I was on back of the bus, writing these verses abundant

Tripping on tickets for lunch, wondering who I was loving

Cause I was on work like assignment, wondering what's your alignment

Jump on my porch like a swan dive, you was still living rent free um

I took a hit like a lineman, earning them tips

My timing was perfect

Talk with a lisp but still spit it perfect

Serpents are quick with the duck-dive

I was just rolling drunk, high

I was a person still though

But still I'm a work horse

Till I own a crib and a new Porsche

My heart bleed often, oil painting

Mixing coke with a whiskey, a hand of painless

Pops taught me how to grip a stainless

Thug in my blood, but I'll save the pavement

Rather make it past 18

In the suburbs boy where the rent high

And the cupboard still full of them food stamps

Wish I could say where my life lies

Truly my soul reach a new high

With this records, my words off a new style

Mix with OG, I follow my past life

Wish she was here, she would recognize

Wish she was here, she could recognize

But she had that different route

Find a husband, some kids own a big house

Make a living, don't worry bout cash amount

Her man probably got him an office job

While she can sip wine and lay on the couch

While I'm still out here with pipe dreams

I'm still out here with light cream

She probably signed up for the bike team

But I still remember them tight jeans

That you wore to the function that we ditched

We'd sit on my car till our face twitched

You brought some kush that you burned up

We looked at the moon with our hearts tucked

The shirt you had on had me choked up

But I never own up cut

Me out your life, so what

Cause I was on back of the bus

Writing these verses abundant

Tricking on um for lunch

Wondering how I was loving

Cause I was on back of the bus

Backing the bastard I'm asking a dub

And half of my friends ain't my friends anymore

Guess I'm a chore. You know what they say

When it rains, it pours. Bang my swords, it clangs a chord

Was a minor but was paid accord', puffing a J in the Honda Accord

Drank a keg just to keep up with more

Peace and love, I was peaced by the best

Weird to say when my pastor is dead

Weird feeling I had kept to myself

No reason to reach out for help

I'm back of the bus

I was on back of the bus

Back of the bus

back of the bus

I was on back of the bus

I was on back of the bus, writing these verses in abundance

Tripping on tickets for lunch, wondering who I was loving

Cause I was on back of the bus, writing these verses abundant

Tripping on tickets for lunch, wondering who I was loving