Mr. Bus Driver - Masta Ace, Nikky Bourbon

Take me home, a long way

Ain’t no rush to get there

I got time to go and

Make you see the cold world

Don’t no ever go now

I’m just glad to be here

Can I come along?

Tell me, can I fly with you?

Looking out the window, it’s the world

Keep passin' me by like a Pharcyde song

See this little boy and little girl

Moms screaming at em as the car’s ride on

She take off her shoe and you know what she do

She swings as the girl and the boy cries on

I look at this man and he looking at me

We thinking to eachother oh my God, that’s wrong

But we don’t get involved, cause nothing getting solved

It’s plain to see that that lady gotta have it

Six months pregnant, with a third

Whatever’s in her blood man that baby’s gonna have it

Dreams unattainable so let me explain to you

It’s insane and it’s so painful when in plain view

Close my eyes, trying to avoid the pain too

I knock out and inner shout, i came to

Now we on a different block, different area

Little leerier and the projects is scarier

Uh unless you come from this part of town

With the people, the paper bags and the water brown

Lotta dudes they do lose when they brought around

It’s so steep and so deep and you sure to drown

Man, do you get where I’m going?

Cause I’m just try to get where I’m going, Mr Bus Driver

Mr Bus Driver

Doesn’t know a thing of my life

But I know yours well

Holding this line up

Got enough change in my pocket to get around

Wheels keep turning

You stop and you go but you won’t slow down

I don’t wanna know where I’m going now

Wheels keep turning

Mr Bus Driver

Doesn’t know the passenger lost on your route

Making my mind up

One day I’ll have enough change to see the whole town

Red light, green light

You stop and you go but you won’t slow down

All I ask of you is you hold it down

Mr Bus Driver, I gotta ask you

One question, not tryin' to harass you

Can you please get my nana home safe?

Cause she’s 'posed to bring home dinner from White Castle

And it gets dark early in the fall

Wonder if she ran into Shirley at the mall

They got a ride home because the bus be running late

Wait, why am I worrying at all?

The 12 bus, the 14, the 25

The 38 carry your things and many lives

Many guys, street mobs with plenty ties

Sometimes can turn these to shitty rides

It’s the New York city vibes

Mass transit, that fish in a can shit

Yeah, another homeless man lit

Cross town or Downtown, the plan trip

You can get more than what you planned for

I’m holding on even though that my hands sore

I’m well aware what it means when a fella stare

I stay ready for whatever, that’s for damn sure

I guess my confidence is growing

Or the fact that I lack it isn’t showing

I don’t know if you get where I’m going

But I’m just try to get where I’m going, Mr Bus Driver

Mr Bus Driver

Doesn’t know a thing of my life

But I know yours well

Holding this line up

Got enough change in my pocket to get around

Wheels keep turning

You stop and you go but you won’t slow down

I don’t wanna know where I’m going now

Mr Bus Driver

Doesn’t know the passenger lost on your route

Making my mind up

One day I’ll have enough change to see the whole town

Red light, green light

You stop and you go but you won’t slow down

All I ask of you is you hold it down

Take me home, a long way

Ain’t no rush to get there

Can I come along?

Tell me, can I fly with you?