Waiting on the Night Bus (feat. Terri Walker & Louis VI)

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Waitin’, waitin’, waitin’ on the

Waitin’ on the bus

Waitin’ on the N171

My journey’s just begun

And I can see the sun

Waitin’ on the bus

Imagine all the sounds that I can hear

The people have no fear

They come from far or near

Waitin’ for the bus

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’) yeah

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

Raindrops on the islands as our minds kiss

Wish my tux was mine

The silk work will make blush designers

But steam blocks my sight

Just me and her at the bus stop for the night

Pissin’ down droplets, then road blows right

‘Cause it’s hard to make moves when you’re soulful

Looks like she’s a way off for the green

But her mouth’s blue

The kind you get proposed to

But we’ll say no, ‘cause that’s what most do

But I ain’t most, boo, them a lot a poupon

37 minutes, might as well be an hour

Fuckin’ 24’s supposed to be 24 hour

20 to 4 is when you’re more gain and more power

No wash, it only gets dirty in London showers

Now gets acid rain on my phone screen

Phone beeps like it knows, ringin' just to piss me off

Go sleep, fuck this, I can’t be living this way

Trying to make living means that I’m living in pain

She clearly thinkin’ the same, there’s only written one name

Well she’s smitten with the way that I’m heading my game

Dream of senses, but she’s looking pensive

Probably think I’m another rude boy

That don’t let his pensive

Think about galaxies and where we’ll next live

We best dig deep and, bitch, looks are deceiving

And by the looks of it, good looks is here to sieve, this eve

Now we perceiving the night bus, one life

Waitin’ on the bus

Waitin’ on the N171

My journey’s just begun

And I can see the sun

Waitin’ on the bus

Imagine all the sounds that I can hear

The people have no fear

They come from far or near

Waitin’ for the bus

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’) yeah

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

They want to chat you over

Want to overstand your persona

The hawker chick’s so hot, she’s the lone ****’s loner

‘Cause nobody can know her

Allows no to prop up her shoulder

‘Cause she always holding herself over others

May work for something, for rubbers

We want leathers, we want toke up

Some want, but it’s this difference

But there’s some days most people want more

Than what’s skin deep, cool, can walk up in the glow

I’m only 24, fucking made of the dough

I ain’t pooling, I’m fooling into financial jewels

Without moving, beneath ‘em I’m gon’ snipe the sniper

And the way that I might entrust the fight

And then we do the kite up in lightning

Now the bus arriving, cops inside it

Drunk kids, two signs, street lights make it right

I’d love for her to come get high

But all I’ve got is my world

Just say baby, if you ain’t getting on, here’s a note

I wish I was smooth enough to come over and smoke

But I choked, even rubber sometimes need to cover it in smoke

Next time, give a G the smile to let him know

‘Cause you’re the finest highness I’ll never know

Anyway, on the note, oh, this a boat

But for the moment, we share a little piece of this glory

So I left you eleven digit space on my phone

I gotta kit, yet here comes my car from them

Waitin’ on the bus

Waitin’ on the N171

My journey’s just begun

And I can see the sun

Waitin’ on the bus

Imagine all the sounds that I can hear

The people have no fear

They come from far or near

Waitin’ for the bus

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’) yeah

(Waitin’ on the bus)

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

(Waitin’ on the bus, waitin’ on the N171)

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’) yeah

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

Waitin’ for the bus

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’) yeah

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

Waitin’ for the bus

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’) yeah

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, waitin’, waitin’)

Waitin’ on the, waitin’ on the

Waitin’ on the bus

Waitin’ on the N171

My journey’s just begun

There’s a crazy lady on the bus

And it’s time we walk up

She doesn’t seem to wanna get off

And she needs some holy water

And she smells like piss

I think she wet herself

Please don’t sit next to her

(Miss, miss, excuse me, miss, you need to get off)

Hey, yo, the fuck you want?

Off the bus, we get off the fun

(For the bus has stopped)

Oh fu-fu-fu-fuck a bum, ha-ha-ha

(Oh, she’s not listenin’ to us)

(She’s dumb and so drunk, oh brush)

(Waitin’ on the bus)

(Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)