Lyrics:
of steel
Recreating high school grades by measuring our neighbours cage
Deep down I feel sick inside this wheel
Could you believe that misery has come from
He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
And along the roads that wind on through
The hot Mojave and the Jericho
He'd start his whole life anew
Once when we were on a bus between some cities we discussed the things
That happened in their early years. Their youngest time was spent alone
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
an trust Nah go round yuh like wheel pon bus Climb that hill yah weh so steep an tuff Then back it up fimmi like a leyland truck
Mi do di maths yuh divide
eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
In a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them city boys ain't
Bachelorettes spillin outta hotels
Honky tonk taxis on four wheels
Cinderellas in the boots get crowned up
DJs got the beats with the bounce up
With
vibes
Running out on your bad vibes
Don't tell me shit
Roll them, keep them high, yo
Catch be by anytime
And sitting down
Neat chilling boy
Keep
(Raaa) aye PR stunt
Aye aye PR stunt aye
Mi want a new song fi bus suh mi cook up a PR stunt
(Raaa) aye PR stunt
Mmm yeah PR stunt aye
Mi want a new
four, three, two, I got one shot
You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop
New work, top drop
I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus
Yeah
Yo
I haven't felt this bad in a while
I could blow my brains out like Private Pyle
Stuck between a rock and a hard place in the muck
Wheels keep
I get off of work at 4:00
By 4:30 I'm out the door
What a shame to wear retail raiment
When the sun is setting on the pavement
I've been busy earning
Search for a bus
A steadfast no
Autonomous
I'll be your blocks
I'll be your wheel
Slow this down
For you I heal
Saw a man born
Saw a man die
Lost
Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
Feeling the three wheel motion any
Minute bus flip over
And we’ll be rolling in the
Road found dead in Oklahoma
Only hung over so he
Doesn’t notice what’s
You can tell by the stones on my neck
And my wrist and my ears
I'm doing my thing (ha, ha)
I said I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz
Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
[Lil' Kim]
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
[Lil' Shanice]
My mom sent me; her
pain, this pain
Is killing
Intoxicated by the promise of the evening
His body no feet for walking
You hate the bus you go driving
Wide eyed, one hand
like a movie star, couldn't get that automobile out of my head
I was checking out this set of wheels, thinking this would boost my sex appeal
When a guy
Sippi Dupree was a bootlegger's son
Born in the floorboards on a moonshine run
Breast fed by his mama from behind the wheel
Sippi was blind, he
by the name of Geoff
He was a sneeze-laser cheese, and he walked with water-wheel quilted ease.
He gave her fish-coffee dolphin, on her net-dinner knee
The Little Bus by Mark""Buc"" Williams 2012(ASCAP)
(V1)
When I was back in middle school
My buddies and me thought we were cool
We'd never had
face the road
Just a couple young teens with no place to go
I took the transit but soon
I got enough after
I hated paying 3 dollars for a bus transfer
So
THE FRESH GREEN GRASS
OF KENTUCKY AS THIS BUS TAKES ME DOWN THE LINE
AS THE DAY TURNS TO DARKENESS
I KNOW Iu0027M ONLY EIGHTEEN WHEELS AWAY
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SO THINK
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