Bus Stop Jazz

[Intro: BizYCasa]
Smoke goes up and the ashes go down
Smoke, smoke goes up and the ashes go down
Smoke goes up and the ashes go down
I'm headed to the bus stop with a jazz sound

[Verse 1: Ayinde]
My city sky has night full of wishes
Stars align, they says control kisses
Mark your street divas in turn for the Prada days
Struggle, the life style from the highers
Some live, accordin', to Marvin Gaye's vinyl
Sky top losses still next to these projects
In a town full of sin with the keepas 'round the corner
Is the Angels and the Reapers, together
Young hittas, call them killas
Livin' how they feel just to breathe they next meal
X on the money of the riches
And it goes for those who classify they-selves with the vintage
And they all showed up Urban Outfitted
Square ducktail fashionista for my knitted
Turntable turns as the gun pops, don't let the fun rock
This is thoughts of a young man at the bus stop

[Hook: BizYCasa]
I used to be at the bus stop
Chillin' with the punk rocks
You can hear the bass in the street knock
Red in my veins, gold under my streets
And the wheels on the bus go ‘round and 'round
The smoke goes up and the ashes go down
My head's up even when the girls go down
And even when it rains, the clouds can't frown
I'm headed to the bus stop with a jazz sound

[Verse 2: BizYCasa]
As I lift the G-Shock from your wrist
I take time to swim with the blind man sees
Waterproof your watch for slippery young thieves
Who lick shots of broken 40 ounce of lily-quis
Hear ye, thrown up from the belly of the beast
Came the slang dialect from the yellow tape street up
The Mac like Donald 'cause the process beef kicks
Reflectin' rims, seeing where they wanna be
Bemskis just made a dope keys
And pass racks to cops, they got the keys to the city
Used to stress off the build and kept on the energy
Found they energy in the doobie, women be
Chicks movin' fastly as they hop off the Muni
Lip gloss, gossip and mascara, jewelry
Bus pass, beauty, diamond eyed cutie
She smiles from the window as I miss the bus cruelly

[Hook: BizYCasa]
I used to be at the bus stop
Chillin' with the punk rocks
You can hear the bass in the street knock
Red in my veins, gold under my streets
And the wheels on the bus go ‘round and 'round
The smoke goes up and the ashes go down
My head's up even when the girls go down
And even when it rains, the clouds can't frown
I'm headed to the bus stop with a jazz sound

[Verse 3: Ayinde]
Let the destination breathe, let it breathe
As it takes us to our own desire
We amount from the glory of the rainy days
If you lookin' in the eyes, the summer is still inside us
We don't know where we goin', we are on the bus
To shield and just live with the patience
We all got dreams and start at these treasure stations
But they end at the heart's destination

[Hook]

[Outro: BizYCasa]
Goes up and the ashes go down
Smoke, smoke goes up and the ashes go down
Smoke goes up and the ashes go down
Smoke, smoke goes up and the ashes go down
My head's up even when the girls go down
And even when it rains, the clouds can't frown
I'm headed to the bus stop with a jazz sound