On the Bus Illy

[Intro]
(Yo) Yeah, I'm talking way back
Like way, way, way back (Illy Illy, M-Phizzle on the track)
Like way back (Illy Illy, M-Phizzle on the track)

[Verse 1]
Man, I was on the bus
With a Discman in my hand, banging Biggie with a bottle of
Passion pop in the backpack, ciggies in the pockets
Penning raps thinking, 'damn, when I’m big enough to rock it
I’ma 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 six-pack would 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 can’t remember but fuck it
Twenty going on twenty, 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 are turning new leaves
And killing it from worksites to corporate life, I’m living a movie
Like 8 mile, nah Billy Madison of Uni
With exams in a few weeks, I’d settle with a few c's
But that’s the life I chose
I opted for the scenic road and left the highway alone
I guess I’m learning as I go, these the ropes
Feeling right at home with being the oldest kid I know