Wheels on the bus

This is quite something A new feeling I've had The quiet, my silence That feels all consuming The product of growing up antosocially Is faded now, hear me now I can stand up and scream with all of my lungs That I have come up, I have done drugs I just tried not to give up Just tried to keep love My path has been rough Not a place to grow up But here I am till grinding on the come up On the come up from nothing No faking, stay honest No loyalty out here I prayed to my gods For like every meal The cycles of troubles The struggle is real Too many people rotting in jail Counting up birthdays From inside a hell Court ordered rehab Lil momma been drinking And snorting up powder Living like she the weekend But now she been tweaking Her babies at home Lil momma you geeking Her neighbors on snapchat Livestreaming her showdown With all of her demons We'll see who defeats 'em Cause We go round and round Like wheels on a school bus Singing sweet songs And going on our way Yeah We go round and round Like the wheels on a school bus Singing sweet songs To hide all of our pain Yeah