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Man, I was on the bus discman in my hand banging biggie, with a bottle of//passion pop in the backpack ciggies in the pocket//penning raps thinking damn when im big enough to rock it//ima rock it till wheels fall of it, yup//high school finished, every night, we were getting blazed//one by one rocking p-plates, cruising to the j's//at the time never crossed our mind that those were the days//weekday benders man, weekends were the same//found freedom on the road, found money in the sofa//wasn't much, so a 6-pack'd wanna tide me over//probably get a slab sorted if we pooled it all together//still be on the beach at midnight depending on the weather//as much time as forever, the shared times brought us together//the same times make the ties hard to sever//and i honestly couldn't ask for better//memories except for parts that i cant remember, fuck it//20 going on 20 , forever young at heart//didn't matter, whether parks, or the studio or bars//man i was right there, look again here we are//seems like i blink once and a lifetime past, and now//old mates turning new leaves//killing it from worksites to corporate life, im living a movie//like 8 mile, nah billy madison of uni//with exams in a few weeks, id settle with a few c's//but thats the life i chose//Songtexteopted for the scenic road left the highway alone//i guess im learning as i go, these the ropes//feeling right at home with being the oldest kid i know//im tripping like that was just the other day//couldn't be that long ago shit its no way//wonder what my younger self would look at me and say//yea you doing alright, but im happy on the bus//never really notice till the whole scene changed//everybody tied down i just wanna fly away//theres no need to wonder what the younger me would say//you can keep your obligations, im happy on the bus//pretty girls, god bless em, no question//kept em close, letter passing in class, if i slept through lessons//we'd share notes, never good with the parents//the bloodshot eyes don't make for good first impressions//don't wanna think of the prepaid credit i spent//on text messages im amazed by the lengths that i went to impress em//rarely committed, never fully in it when i was//barely listened when they'd call to call it off//was already onto the next, broke a couple hearts//and regret to this day, but i guess thats the way//that it goes, and go it did man, round and back//till that one came along that made my heart collapse/its bittersweet when you catch it, like sunshine in winter, shit i//thought i was killing with a futon and dimmer switch!//but thats how it was, noone knew different//fun loving sinners just young dumb and innocent, now//my mates putting wedding rings on their girls fingers//down for the count, babies in the world with em//while im still up at 8 pushing through a whirlwind of//strong mixes, scar tissue, cheap rack, fast women//and its a ride i don't want to get off//but i don't wanna be the last to leave when it all stops//shit, i guess change is fact of life//have a tough time trying to balance my age and what im acting like//im tripping like that was just the other day//couldn't be that long ago shit its no way//wonder what my younger self would look at me and say//you doing alright, but im happy on the bus//never really notice till the whole scene changed//everybody tying down i just wanna fly away//and theres no need to wonder what the younger me would say//you can keep your obligations, im happy on the bus//everybody getting serious, and i don't think im ready yet//not sure if il ever be, wouldn't put a heavy bet//on it, wouldn't promise anybody that i care about//that im prepared to cut my hair or wash my mouth out//shit i don't use alarm clocks//cant cook, cant clean, cant read stocks, cant keep watch//of my health, and my finances are a mess//but i still feel happy as it gets, and if im honest//it all good, i got high hopes for the future//id be long gone if i hit it like we used to//been over clubbing, not really missing much//in that regard, guess its just getting older sucks//its a tough pill to swallow but no kicking up a fuss//but i guess its kinda dope how full circle shit comes//cause, these new adventures keep me interested as fuck/and its some other kids turn to bang biggie on the bus//so thanks for the memories, i hate to say goodbye//but all good things come to an end, well meet again//somewhere in the next life, fingers crossed next ride//il be able to savour it before its in hindsight//and thats word to the kids, in a sprint to be grownups//my only advice would be live for the moment//you got a whole life to get it right//for now its life after death or ready to die, you decide//im tripping like that was just the other day//couldn't be that long ago shit its no way//wonder what my younger self would look at me and say//you doing alright, but im happy on the bus//never really notice till the whole scene changed//everybody tying down i just wanna fly away//and theres no need to wonder what the younger me would say//you can keep your obligations, im happy on the bus// Aus Songtexte Mania