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detelj - waiting for the bus كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
momma drunk, cooking frozen waffles the wrong way
the smell of cigarette smoke, styrofoam plates in the hallway
bus rides aren’t cool with these kids (nah)
i’m sixteen but they don’t know this life i had to live
it’s got me feeling fifty-six, my life is filled with death and sh-t
and when they laugh at me, i just wanna wreck some sh-t
like molotov, melt a b-tch, pipe bomb in a ceiling kid
i just laugh and shrug it off, try to keep it real with them
need a favor? sure, i’m your dude if it’s all possible
little did i know that you would put me in this hospital
never into scarification but i used to punch my face in
and scream at my parents and tell them how much i hate them
my stepdad is a great man but still i think i’m a erase him
my sister just a casualty i hope she remember me happy cause

[hook]
i don’t wanna go, they pushing me to do it
one day i’ll dig my guns up and i’ll prove it
i am not a b-tch, no, i am not stupid
one day i’ll dig my guns up and i’ll prove it
i don’t wanna go, they pushing me to do it
one day i’ll dig my guns up and i’ll prove it
i am not a b-tch, no, i am not stupid
one day i’ll dig my guns up and i’ll prove it

[verse 2]
dad i really miss you and the sh-t we used to do
i often wonder what it’d be like if i grew up with you
to be honest, i’d be a f-ck up, either drugged up or dead
thanks for talking through my posters when i’m lying in my bed
and this music, really soothing, not as much as broken faces
momma mad cause she asked for something nice, i couldn’t make it
they always ask if i’m drugs but i never touched one
but the way my girls have f-cked me up would make me think there was one
my locker next to hers now, she macking on some chick
saw them making out, holding hands, skipping cl-ss and sh-t
i think pouring gas on the field pulling fire alarms
standing in the woods, i’m smoking, watching you get harmed
these just thoughts till i take action and make’em happen
it’s all these kids fault i wrote their names on top this napkin
and i’m wasted in my bas-m-nt head banging to john davis
wasted on the thought of the final looks of they faces cause

[hook spun backwards and fades out]

- detelj

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