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 b#tch 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!
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Lauv Breaks Down The Meaning of “All 4 Nothing (I’m So In Love)”
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!
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