The little yellow bus.

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When I was a little boy, they used to laugh at the mini bus. We were special, wasn't many of us. Where did we get to go all day? We went to happy land! See me pressed up on the glass, smilin' waving my hand. Unlike ya'll in a hurry tryna get to go where you go, our little special yellow bus gripped through town extra slow. We don't get shot in our class. We happy all damn day. You see the little yellow bus comin' duck out the way. All these bitches never seen me. I waggle my penis. I'm ridin' on the little yellow bus cause I'm a fukcin genius. We got our own class, and ya'll ain't got to pass. You might see us through the window if you cut across the grass. But that's all you will get. We on some high level shit. Get back to your class with the masses where you're easy to forget. I'm on the little yellow bus ridin' on that bitch laughin'. Oblivious to the wicked world outside and what's happenin'. Lights flash when we grippin' by cause we in here whilin'. We livin' out our own shit while ya'll worry bout stylin'. We ridin' on past, sometimes haters try to diss us. But we so fukcin heavy, we can't help but let it miss us. We floatin' off the chain we ain't gotta maintain. We in our little yellow bus cause we ain't the same. We out here bendin' corners, and we ain't fukcin with stress. And where we headin', that's for only us to know and you to guess.

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