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faded for paper and sharing some bad advice
I toss my life, regrets to the air like dice
Pound pavement, I aiming to faded to get by
Six puppets tryna

to hollywood,, somewhere up in the hills , my story give you chills , I didn’t have meals, at the bus stop, praying that I get some wheels , I ain’t have no keys

I've hit rock bottom more
Times than I'd have liked
Had my, fair share of heartache
But I guessed that was life

Been under those big bus wheels
Made

have to, and that sucks
They got cars and I ride the bus
Unless I'm on a board, wheels, and trucks

I got the west coast blues
I got the west coast

to take, so imma shoot it
But just know that I can lose it
Still confidence, imma ooze it
My own future, imma choose it
I'm at the wheel, so the FJ gonna

have to, and that sucks
They got cars and I ride the bus
Unless I'm on a board, wheels, and trucks

I got the west coast blues
I got the west coast

yeah I once heard that the wheels gon turn
Because the wheels on my bus never ever getting stuck up in the dirt
Really gotta give thanks to the life I

Get my Baby to Me

Can put her on a coach with a wagon wheel
By heck, by golly give me a trill,
Just come on
Get My B-B-B-B-Baby to Me

Any ole way

to the studio
Where I would find my purpose
I murk shit
Same way I did my transmission 
Killed my wheels 
I put it thru the transition
Had to Scrap it
Hurt me

I even get around
That's just the way the wheels on this old bus are going round

But when you smile everything is all okay
A millions miles I'd run

Right by the drac
I got TMO bullets 
This sht Gne go str8 to yo face
Don't get yo hopes up lil nigga
That kappa jacket Ima take 
I jus pressed him And his

Your nigga by your side until some money get involved
How he switching up and he ain't calling you his dawg
I thought we was riding til the wheels

except for that peach
Coloured four wheel drive double decker blow job bus
Let's hear it for the queenie... She's no better than me or you
Except for those

minus three
Look at that redneck (look at that redneck)
Redneck driving the bus
(Look at that redneck, look at that redneck walkin)
Look at that redneck

teeth from the frozen deep
Wrenched from my chrysalis and I'm a naked bug
Taken by the icy winds, baking in the blazin’ sun
Waking up, shaking, take my

Proud, who gon' fuck with us now?
Coward, whole lot more by the hour
Power, well you can butter me up
Cause when the heat hits it'll scorch us
Old golden

a bucket young thug
Dumbstruck by the drugs these kids aren't on
What ye doing with your life how ye dealing with the strife
They be reaching for the knives

I make her my girl
I need my money long as a bus route
The homies starving and this they only way out
Locked and load told em get out my way now
I

Big Joe and Phantom 309

Archers of Loaf

Step Right Up: The Songs of Tom Waits [1996]

1996

climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck

Life is lived in the grit of the day and in what we say to each other 
You should be calling your mother inviting her to stay

Those wheels

Babies With Guns

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug

Summer's over, back to class, way before I had a sedan
Hit the bus stop and then glanced at the kids and then bam
I saw Brittany for the first time, I was

watch yourself at bus stops
Ain't no walkin' through it safely (Uh, uh)
I see niggas run all kind of game
Gamin' consoles
So it's impossible to break me

needed yall like Spalding but I ball
I can put this city on the map, but you put me in the back of the bus
But the wheels of the bus turned round and round