[Verse] Sittin’ on the bus, windows foggin’ slow, Pages cracklin’ with the beats I don’t know, Pen on paper, scribbled in the glow, Every line I write’s a secret that I know. Rhythm in the wheels, yeah, it’s a steady thump, Words like gold dust, jumpin’ from the lump, Crumpled dreams in the corner of my lap, But every thought’s a verse I’m ‘bout to map. [Pre-Chorus] And the city blur, I'm floatin’ with the flow, Every sentence I write, it starts to grow, Gotta let it out, let it ring so clear, This notebook’s mine — I’m the one who’s here. [Chorus] Rhymes on the bus, yeah, they’re jumpin’ up, Like a firework show in the sky so, high! From the back seat, I turn it up, Every word’s a spark, I’m feelin’ fly! Rhymes on the bus, yeah, they’re bumpin’ through, Crisp and loud, no need to hide — I’m the queen of the scribble, I’m the one who’s true, Rhymes on the bus, I’m breakin’ through! [Verse] Wrote my first verse when the lights turned red, Time stood still, the world was dead, But my pen kept movin’ in the silence, Dreams like drumbeats, now I’m in motion. Torn pages flutter like a butterfly, Each line I drop’s a brand-new sky, This old book got rhythm in its veins, Every word I write is me, never ashamed. [Pre-Chorus] And the city blur, I'm floatin’ with the flow, Every sentence I write, it starts to grow, Gotta let it out, let it ring so clear, This notebook’s mine — I’m the one who’s here. [Chorus] Rhymes on the bus, yeah, they’re jumpin’ up, Like a firework show in the sky so, high! From the back seat, I turn it up, Every word’s a spark, I’m feelin’ fly! Rhymes on the bus, yeah, they’re bumpin’ through, Crisp and loud, no need to hide — I’m the queen of the scribble, I’m the one who’s true, Rhymes on the bus, I’m breakin’ through! [Bridge] No stage, no mic, just pen and time, But I’m loud, I’m free, I’m on my own line. This paper’s my throne, this beat’s my crown, Every page I turn, I’m breaking down — All the walls, all the fear, Now I’m flying, no need to steer. Rhymes on the bus — they’re never still, They’re my rhythm, my soul, my will. [Chorus] Rhymes on the bus, yeah, they’re jumpin’ up, Like a firework show in the sky so, high! From the back seat, I turn it up, Every word’s a spark, I’m feelin’ fly! Rhymes on the bus, yeah, they’re bumpin’ through, Crisp and loud, no need to hide — I’m the queen of the scribble, I’m the one who’s true, Rhymes on the bus, I’m breakin’ through! [Outro] Rhymes on the bus… Jumpin’ up, flyin’ through… Rhymes on the bus… Yeah, I’m breakin’ through… (Repeat, fade out with melodic hum and soft pen scratch)