paroles de chanson On the Bus - Illy

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//