Zt - BillBoards & BusStops Lyrics

Alone, window, back left corner of the bus
As I adjust my eyes to the rising sun

Foggy

Tryna weather the calm
Before the storm

Hungry

No breakfast this morning
Billboard ads for McGriddles
Flood my Occipital Lobe
Golden Arches in the Golden Hour
Keep the Golden Globe spinning
Market research conclusion
Co-written
By every one living on this busy street
Literally
Driving thru
Non translucent
Cold Windows
20-20 for our convenience

At the next bus stop
Tempted to hitchhike
For a big bite
Out the Apple; I haven't eaten
But those are outta season
In the winter
I'm in Sheldon's seat
Plus, the fibers lack those metallic features
From the Apple in my backpack

Distraction...

Ingredients are meaningless
I buy the product
Labels only matter for the records
And references only matter on your resume
We need extra space for the folders needed to separate

My stomach used growl
Defenses are lowered with advertisers on the prowl
And what's the price of a smile?

$5.99?
A value meal?
That's all I'm worth?
That how you feel?

Explore page sayin H&M is racist
Ima judge em in my Nike Dri-Fits from slave labor
But now I'm starting to sweat
Pondering if I'm fat
Planet Fitness pop-up wondering "where you at?"

I only...
Signed up for the pizza
My commitment and
My attention span
Are shattered to pieces

As the bus pulls up
To school