Always On The Rebound

[Intro: DJ Big Ryde & Giggs] Hold tight Tiny (Obvious) Hold tight Carlton, Jim Jones (Giggs) Dun know (Ahh) (Breddas ain't even listening) Aight (Yeah), true stories [Verse 1: Giggs] Thinking of the same old thoughts (Thoughts) Out here pitching with the same old fork And the fire's still burning (Burning, yeah) Flames still flicker from the same old torch The amount of cocaine I bought Is the amount of cocaine they snort We call it a game but it ain't no sport for my mandem Pain still slivers from my brain and taunts And I'm starting to feel low 'Cause I miss Tiny, Carlton and Jim Jones Or TB beside me, but I still get joke After Tiny, Carlton or Jim phones And it feels odd (Odd), and I feel lost (Lost) 'Cause they took away my niggas fam I feel robbed (Feel robbed) And I know they must feel lodged But when I pray for my niggas I feel God With the heart and the right mind Run through the day and pass through the night time Graft at the right time, master the white line Pass me the yac, fuck a glass of the white wine (Hmm) Let me soothe my sins Fuck feds I ain't looking to view the bin Three man left and they're looking to move us in The weather outside's equivalent to the mood I'm in [Chorus: Alana Faye, Giggs] This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down (Yeah) Always on the rebound [Verse 2: Giggs] Thinking that the game's so messed (Yeah) Pissed off thinking 'bout my young buck Jess And I'm tired of vermin (Vermin) Pigs and rats got my young pups stressed And I'm starting to feel sad 'Cause I miss Marcus, pissed 'cause I miss nan Lee was the big man when I was a yout man Fam, you see that nigga there, he's a missed man (For real) I ain't living the worst, but I ain't rich (Rich) Low P's got me feeling like I ain't shit (Shit) I don't mean to be making cocaine trips Forgive me God I'm sinning for my wages And I think I really outta get out I ain't sorted shit out By now shoulda bought her a house My hardworking mum's who I'm talking about And my son's future, I'm sorting it now You think my music woulda brought in the pounds It's a bit greazy, so what? I ain't watering down So they got me on the road, with a quarter of brown Making bare deliveries from the morning 'till now (Yeah) Stressed and depressed Spend more time with my yout' then I eat less And I'm tired and I need rest (Yeah) Deep sigh then a deep breath [Chorus: Alana Faye] This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound [Bridge: Alana Faye] I look around on the streets and I see Little boys and girls who are younger than me Rolling greazy, rolling deep Trying to make money, trying to make ends meet But this ain't the way it should be Killing one another over money, over P's And I know the streets can be mean You wouldn't believe all the things I've seen [Chorus: Alana Faye] This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound This life is bringing me down When will things turn around? Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound