Psst, my car's dead, people
But I gotta leave, bro

Ayy, sucks I gotta leave, bro
Did know 'bout this appointment for a week, though
Had drowned out the lack of gas in my Rio
For a little bit too long, can't call and ask "Next week?", no
And obviously all my friends cannot come when I call 'em
Since ev'ryone is busy, got no time for my problem
Some are real stuff, some sound like "not", I mean, I get the car washin'
But I'm sure that Call of Duty comes with pausin'
Doesn't matter, three calls in, that ass was blockin'
So now I gotta walk outside, start headin'
To the bus stop to stand or sit down, which one's dependin' if
It's just me this time or there's other folks benchin' it
Wanna sit 'cause I bet the wait is friggin' big
Hate waits, they're painful on my butt
Or on my soles, either way, it just sucks
And I can't shift or start walkin' in circles 'cause
I have to keep my eyes where the bus is comin'
Sure wish I had the standard route of this bus mapped right out
Because it's not that often that I'd need to know now
Will it come down this road straight? Must it turn around?
That ain't my field, avoid bussin', I get so riled
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! I think I spot
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Yellow square I want
Will wave my arm like a twit 'til it's tired
And then I can board, wait, my eyes were a liar

That's not my bus, that's not my bus, that's not my bus
That's not my bus, that's not my bus, that's not my bus

You'd think that maybe I'll board this and adjust? Never
May be true I don't know the road it comes from ever
But hands down, I know ev'ry bus route's too diff'rent
Send me around in not the right direction, blows
But I won't be a putz
And think that one number off won't shape where I'll go
A familiar scene but I don't want repeats of it
When that "close enough" figurin' gets you to feel like you're a moron
This appointment is hard set on two o'clock, I promised
I'd be there on time so I can't risk jumpin'
From bus to bus, don't be silly, that tactic is no option
For one who knows not where ev'ry bus number's run is, that's me
And my stupid phone ain't a model
Whose loadin' speed I'd be trustin' for any quick adjustments
It's one thing when I'm drivin' and I've slacked in my plannin'
And have to check where I can swap the roads around, no problem
Just a map works but find a bus trail with good timin'?
There's too many factors to be quick, will cause brain fryin'
See, this is why I don't mess with multi-stop shit either
Multiplies all of the problems that'll destroy my calm demeanour
Hate to become a repeater of all of the things that suck
Enraged at all the diff'rences that separates ev'ry bus
Believe that the twitchy eye of mine that's poppin' up
Is no put-on from me, legitimately drives me nuts, ayy
Just get one number wrong and you'll be driven off, ayy
One quick turn, left or right, you'll lose the plot, ayy
How many options for bus routes have I got? Ayy
One, dude, please don't lie and lie, ayy
All those other rides won't end up at my stop, ayy
Screw all those others, know that doesn't seem that nice, ayy
"Not what I want" ain't a reason to mock, ayy
But when what I want won't show up, I'm pissed off, ayy

That's not my bus, that's not my bus, that's not my bus
That's not my bus, that's not my bus, that's not my bus

Gotta keep my eyes only lookin' one way
Hopin' they won't blink out those big window frames
Sometimes they are mistakin' yellow trucks for it, pain
Can't let up for a second, not one risk will I take
Sure, I'll risk eyeball damage because the clouds are missin'
The sun is blazin' hard as balls, I'm no sunglasses wearer
And no hat to put on but I'll just have to manage
Do the same if it's rainin', want no failure to happen
I'd feel stupid if the moment my bus comes (ayy, what?)
And I'm starin' at a passin' biker's bum (what?)
Or a car that looks expensive
Or the complete opposite financial end (ayy, what?)
Or a personal licence plate I (what?)
Can't make out what it means in time
Like, what's "DORGAS" meant to mean? I'm totally puzzled
Bet that was a misread, lemme check the plate behind it
Damn, didn't crack the hidden truth of that madness
Before some fraggin' bus blocked my spyin'

Mmm, mmm-hmm
I'm so mad, I'm so mad, I'm so mad (mmm), I'm so mad, I'm so mad, I'm so
Over 100 percent pissed the hell off, over 100 percent pissed the hell off
Hey, hey, hey, hey, rage in my eyes, hey, hey, hey, hey, rage in my eyes
Over 100 percent pissed the hell off, over 100 percent pissed the hell off
Hey, hey, hey, hey, rage in my eyes, hey, hey, hey, hey, rage in my eyes
And I'm bettin' that all y'all know (all y'all know), bet all y'all know (all y'all know)
Still will explain all my pain, still will explain all my pain
That bus blockin' my plate spottin'?
Was mine, my brain's full of pain, huge spike of pain in my brain