Lyrics:
where we're really from
Is the place where
We became who we are today
A mix of insecurity, obsession, kindness and funk
Kids playing with matches at heart
Give me some time to breathe
Everything been going so fast
Look at all the time that's passed
Fourteen years gone by in a flash
I got so many
alone I really tried see
But this the only place that I know is gonna hire me
Make a couple calls like who got the connects
My little homie Brawl said
make a choice
You have to do the best with time while you're alive
This is how it was
I stood on trial with all my peers who took the bus
To where it
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
me it hurt
And whenever I said, "Can-I", the crowd said, "Bus"
Ten years later who am I? I still got a passionate love
To be the man who I was,
copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off to Milwaukee
Of course we copy, twenty four hours a day, in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
He flew off to Milwaukee, or perhaps Albertane
And left me
from Singapore..
I still have them new..
Teja...
You shouldn't talk like this to people who've come asking for a help..
Why, dad? What happens if I did?
Place haffi bright like it ah get bun out (bun)
Fuck with my team, all the shots dem done out (done)
Clap it inna face, now the boy head bus out (Glock)
into better places
Than overpriced crepes with fancy laces
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their moms
Hunned pair a Jordans but no ride
It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train
Exactly how I got here is hard to explain
My heart's in the right place, what's left
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
Well, let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god
the bus for one more buck
I reject the apple
I will starve in the face of generous evil
I let my trust grow too high
Now all you snakes have a place to hide
.. the evening of your life .. who was meant to get...
I love my sole lane and rap my arms in it's tenderness..
It's was caught engaged with open
I can't bend my knees
Looking through the kitchen I know caffeine is a must
I had to eat my coffee grounds
Didn't wanna miss the bus
Time Magazine
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
unsuccessful entrepreneurs in downtown New York City
Mildred Greunters moved from California to work with her sisters
Who had promised her a place in the family
Bitch who are you? to try to pass me by
Got killer instinct
My pen will never miss ink
My piece of mind, will always have you thinking
By the time we
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odor of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
Day upon day of this wandering gets you
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odor of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
Day upon day of this wandering gets you
She stepped off the bus with a burst suitcase and a frown
And she could smell the breweries and abattoirs on the edge of town
And the man who owes
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