BusBoy

Part 1: "Bus" [Verse 1] On the bus wanna know what's up I'm drifting in and out, sippin' my styrofoam cup I finally decided I should make the first cut Starting with you, you only bring me bad luck San Fran I ran, nigga, god damn Love doesn't mean nothing if it doesn't have plans The blind can see into eternity If I describe to them what you mean to me Back and forth, back and forth, what's worse? Doing the same shit again is when you get your chest murked As far as I'm concerned you only dig me more dirt I mean my own grave, what the fuck am I saying? I used to be smart when I did well in school But now I feel lucky cause I'm handcuffed to you I'm finally free, said the greyhound to duke Until I find where I'm going, man at least I'm brand new No, that's good? Part 2 "Boy" [Hook] Take a seat, seat down and relax Boy, boy, boy I'ma, I'mma put you on.. To some facts Boy, boy, boy Take a, take-a take-a seat Sit down and relax Boy, boy, boy I'ma, I'mma put you, I'ma, I'mma put you on Boy, boy, boy Girls hate it when you don't respond Girls hate it when you live with mom Girls hate it when your phone don't quit Girls hate it when you're on some shit Girls hate a guy with attitude Girls hate a guy who's always rude Girls hate a guy they can't believe Girls like boys that fuck with me Girls don't call when you act lame Girls don't call when you play games Girls don't call back at 4 am Cause booty-calls ain't cool with them Girls don't like sports on the low Girls pretend to laugh at jokes Girls just want something they can feel Tangible, shit becomes real [Hook]