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bus stop burnout - mattick! lyrics

[bridge]
aiyyo, i’m feeling myself on this one
f-ck everybody else on this one

[verse 1]
it’s the golden child with the broken smile, my facial features
like a catalog of battle scars, the tattered legs and them battered arms
d-mn right i ain’t got a car, my little homie post up on my handlebars
and we embark on our sweep on the market down the street, it’s dark but i see
soon as i’m in there, eye contact with the cashier
she givin’ me that devilish glare, i think she marked me with the marked of the beast
the grapes of wrath, the harvest is sweet, bon appet-t
hope the cameras don’t catch us on aisle number ten, got my pride to defend
lookouts around the corner, maxin’ out the jansport with coronas
run up to the register, ring up some arizona
make my oj getaway and then i start off the week
american crime story, my boys gettin’ poisoning off of bottles that i sold them
morals out the window, man i wish my heart was golden
i’m on a lucky streak flippin’ like lucky strike, i think i’ll lick some more
i’m on a midnight mission to the liquor store
i seen this old head with the scruffy beard like tommy chong, his breath smell like brandy
and his eyes say he far too gone, i see him slide his life savings on the counter
and i wonder what he living for, cause five minutes after that liqueur is done
he gon’ drink some more, if you stagnant you moving backwards
you ain’t living ‘less you live and grow

[hook]
now if i went on your tomorrow, oh man i wonder how it’d turn out
if i went and did some shows, i wonder who would show, who would turn out?
i know the lovers and creatives finna love my vibrations, and it’d probably be some bus stop burnouts
’cause baby i’m a bus stop burnout
i missed the 7:42, i’m finna be late for school, administration mark my grade down
’cause baby i’m a bus stop burnout

[verse 2]
couple bottles of high life beneath the starry twilight
world turning, chest burning and the beer flowing
graduated past the peach fuzz, now the beard growing
looking like a college student, so the driver tryna charge me double
the argument was calling me, i had to call him out cause i’m on a budget
climb up those stairs to an ice cold stare and the collective sigh of everyone in there
sorry sir, i ain’t tryna cause no trouble
welcome to the world of the public transportation, the home of dollar bill scr-ping
cigarette b-mming desperation, ex-felons chop it up about their cases
exchanging numbers and situations, i gotta get home
i got a whole lot of money to launder and laundry to fold, i gotta get my my sh-t together
but my guilty pleasure is watching all this drama unfold, this lady drunk as f-ck up in the front
paranoia on her mind, false accusations, cussin’ out every one of us
yeah, the string got pulled and she got off at her stop
but that’s not ’til she and the law got done knucklin’ up
chop it up at the bus stop with a veteran
talkin’ ’bout how they need me in the marines and i ain’t seen what he seen
but it’s easy to see how the gunshots had affected him
the diamond cutter type teeth, lack of hygiene
off the rocker demeanor and speech impediment, sh-ll shocked
h-ll and back, no health care he off the medicine
he livin’ livid, and oblivious to how deep it gets
you seen isreal, palestine the sunni-shia split
overseas mane, why we gotta intervene in it?
i guess mr. oil executive pockets ain’t indefinite, they definitely need a lift
and over here we strugglin’ just tryna keep it lit, godd-mn

[hook]

[bridge]

- mattick lyrics

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