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• Artiste: Illy
• Titre: On the Bus
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Man, I was on the bus discman in my hand banging biggie, with a bottle of// passion pop in the backpack ciggies in the pocket// penning raps thinking damn when im big enough to rock it// ima rock it till wheels fall of it, yup// high school finished, every night, we were getting blazed// one by one rocking p-plates, cruising to the j's// at the time never crossed our mind that those were the days// weekday benders man, weekends were the same// found freedom on the road, found money in the sofa// wasn't much, so a 6-pack'd wanna tide me over// probably get a slab sorted if we pooled it all together// still be on the beach at midnight depending on the weather// as much time as forever, the shared times brought us together// the same times make the ties hard to sever// and i honestly couldn't ask for better// memories except for parts that i cant remember, fuck it// 20 going on 20 , forever young at heart// didn't matter, whether parks, or the studio or bars// man i was right there, look again here we are// seems like i blink once and a lifetime past, and now// old mates turning new leaves// killing it from worksites to corporate life, im living a movie// like 8 mile, nah billy madison of uni// with exams in a few weeks, id settle with a few c's// but thats the life i chose// opted for the scenic road left the highway alone// i guess im learning as i go, these the ropes// feeling right at home with being the oldest kid i know// im tripping like that was just the other day// couldn't be that long ago shit its no way// wonder what my younger self would look at me and say// yea you doing alright, but im happy on the bus// never really notice till the whole scene changed// everybody tied down i just wanna fly away// theres no need to wonder what the younger me would say// you can keep your obligations, im happy on the bus// pretty girls, god bless em, no question// kept em close, letter passing in class, if i slept through lessons// we'd share notes, never good with the parents// the bloodshot eyes don't make for good first impressions// don't wanna think of the prepaid credit i spent// on text messages im amazed by the lengths that i went to impress em// rarely committed, never fully in it when i was// barely listened when they'd call to call it off// was already onto the next, broke a couple hearts// and regret to this day, but i guess thats the way// that it goes, and go it did man, round and back// till that one came along that made my heart collapse/ its bittersweet when you catch it, like sunshine in winter, shit i// thought i was killing with a futon and dimmer switch!// but thats how it was, noone knew different// fun loving sinners just young dumb and innocent, now// my mates putting wedding rings on their girls fingers// down for the count, babies in the world with em// while im still up at 8 pushing through a whirlwind of// strong mixes, scar tissue, cheap rack, fast women// and its a ride i don't want to get off// but i don't wanna be the last to leave when it all stops// shit, i guess change is fact of life// have a tough time trying to balance my age and what im acting like// im tripping like that was just the other day// couldn't be that long ago shit its no way// wonder what my younger self would look at me and say// you doing alright, but im happy on the bus// never really notice till the whole scene changed// everybody tying down i just wanna fly away// and theres no need to wonder what the younger me would say// you can keep your obligations, im happy on the bus// everybody getting serious, and i don't think im ready yet// not sure if il ever be, wouldn't put a heavy bet// on it, wouldn't promise anybody that i care about// that im prepared to cut my hair or wash my mouth out// shit i don't use alarm clocks// cant cook, cant clean, cant read stocks, cant keep watch// of my health, and my finances are a mess// but i still feel happy as it gets, and if im honest// it all good, i got high hopes for the future// id be long gone if i hit it like we used to// been over clubbing, not really missing much// in that regard, guess its just getting older sucks// its a tough pill to swallow but no kicking up a fuss// but i guess its kinda dope how full circle shit comes// cause, these new adventures keep me interested as fuck/ and its some other kids turn to bang biggie on the bus// so thanks for the memories, i hate to say goodbye// but all good things come to an end, well meet again// somewhere in the next life, fingers crossed next ride// il be able to savour it before its in hindsight// and thats word to the kids, in a sprint to be grownups// my only advice would be live for the moment// you got a whole life to get it right// for now its life after death or ready to die, you decide// im tripping like that was just the other day// couldn't be that long ago shit its no way// wonder what my younger self would look at me and say// you doing alright, but im happy on the bus// never really notice till the whole scene changed// everybody tying down i just wanna fly away// and theres no need to wonder what the younger me would say// you can keep your obligations, im happy on the bus//