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