The Bus Stop - Aks

I’ve been sitting at this Bus Stop

Ever since me and my talent had a bust up

So used to putting other stuff above us

That you’d think I ain’t even bothered by my tough luck

And I lost love

Through my troubles I’ve been sitting in this rain

Watching ripples in the puddles

Asking myself If I’m gonna get on?

Sometimes I feel like

I should have never picked the pen up

A true confession of a writer when he’s fed up

The pleasures, the pains, the treasures to gain

And whether I can weather the rain in this terrain

Trying to refrain from letting entertainment and fame win

Afraid to even step off this spaceship I came in

I gained friends who would say I go against trends

But I just put my pen to paper, and prayed it made sense

To those kids who ain’t built for the bits

Yet knowing… she's a bitch with some beautiful lips stick with life

Wishing being filthily rich

Was instant like microwavable meals from the fridge

I feel it in my guts like it’s digging in my ribs

And I’m sick of it, feel to give up like cigarettes

But will I regret saying ‘I don’t wanna spit'

When all it is is dribble on a disc

If my scriptures are a distant memory, considered a myth

Then will I whisper that ‘It is what it is'?

‘Cause in the past tense, when my future was at risk

Man I didn’t treat my present like a gift

Instead… I was just sitting at this bus stop

Ever since me and my talent had a bust up!

Sometimes I feel like

There’s no excuses

Except my roots is where the youths are ruthless

And I’m trying to find that route out ‘cause the truth is

I don’t wanna hang about so I loosen nooses

I used to be the nuisance at the back of the bus

Then my tunes got a few home improvements

But using whose blueprint?

Clueless… I was just another school kid

Taught that I should move based on colour like a Rubik’s Cube

Stupidly thinking I could move units

Where the exhaust fumes stop me from blooming like a tulip

If ‘being real' is ‘fluent in being foolish'

I’m ‘a change the tyre on that wheel… no toolkit

‘Cause now I’m big, I’m still pursuing music

Knowing if I miss the bus they’ll rub it in like masseuses

All because I bare it all like a nudist

And pour out creative juices

I still wish that…

I wasn’t sitting at this Bus Stop

Ever since me and my talent had a bust up

So used to putting other stuff above us

That you’d think I ain’t even bothered by my tough luck

But I lost love

In my troubles I was been sitting in this rain

Watching ripples in the puddles

Asking myself If I’m gonna get on?

And I don’t wanna take the bus though… No!

(I don’t wanna take the bus though, No, No, No!)

Because I lost love

In my troubles I was been sitting in this rain

Watching ripples in the puddles

Asking myself If I’m gonna get on?

Welcome to the Bus Stop!