a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jonny farias - bus stop lyrics

[verse 1]
memories of sitting at the bus stop
the hustle and bustle surrounding me as i untwine
junior high, we said goodbye to the days of lunchboxes
young, c-cky kids on the court brandished jumpshots
i stayed silent like the h in honest
profound every time i say a word, no major prophet
that was now and then, before my spit was catastrophic
change of topic, i wanted to be like steve or martin
wrote scripts as if it was my actual profession
my stop motion stopped motion and captured attention
picked up the sticks, and never quit the addiction
the repercussion was love for my drumming and commitment
this beat takes me back, but maybe that’s just me though
on sundays, the ground beef filled pastelitos
chris, derek, and i, we were an avid trio
rapping gleefully, i thank them for why i’m so lethal
back when i p-ssed with flying colors
everything i pursued, i did with mighty hunger
in old sneakers, i composed pieces for familia
hands down glad that i’ve stayed in touch with my friends and teachers
my spectacular of then was so lackl-ster
looking back at it, i’m happy that i’ve progressed in pieces
read genesis to my grandmother as a brat youngin’
mad cousins that i love, godd-mn i miss our meetups

[interlude]
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
uh
rolled with the rambunctious, but didn’t malfunction
only packed punches when it came to smash brothers
falcon main, plus i’d k!ll it in mario kart
post-elementary, i started becoming a star
back when love was simpler, spitting that stereo hearts
now my moodboard’s 808s and electric guitars
at a common rate, i used to bump that monstercat
didn’t contemplate topping myself, man, how far was that?
time is thinning, granny skinny, and i’m turning fat
burger fan, wordsmith who works for scr-ps
before my father turned to pastor, he would move the ki’s, almost murdered flat
now he plays the keys in services, and owns the church we’re at
memories of sitting at the bus stop
the hustle and bustle surrounding me as i untwine
buzz buzz, after one month i’d always cut locks
summer-born, luckily i avoided birthday punch marks
the lego sets that i used to unbox
the film degree i wanted, but now i’m writing nuts bars
yah, i stay fully loaded, though with one shot
antic-p-te the future as i wait on the bus stop

- jonny farias lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS