Detelj - Waiting For The Bus lyrics

[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 d**h and sh** And when they laugh at me, I just wanna wreck some sh** Like Molotov, melt a b**h, 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**h, 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**h, 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** 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** 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 d** but I never touched one But the way my girls have f**ed 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 cla** and sh** 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 basement head banging to John Davis Wasted on the thought of the final looks of they faces cause [Hook spun backwards and fades out]