Blueprint - Keep Bouncing lyrics
[Blueprint - Keep Bouncing lyrics]
Drop a hundred on food
Another hun on drinks | Ain't put a dime
In my bank account in six weeks
| Too drunk to care, too cool to
Count | Ball til I fall
Or at least until the checks bounce | Been
At the same spot 12 hours straight
| Lost track of time, i ain't
Even ate | Shakin hands
Kissin babies | Drunk as hell making
Out with busted-ass ladies | Drinks
Keep magically appearing in
My hand | And as they dissappear I
Feel more like a man | The
Look of a grown man you know ain't
Playin | Your new best friend
If I ain't the one payin | I
Probably wouldn’t kick it with yall if
I was sober | Vagrant, dick out
Pissin in the corner | When
They throw me out
That’s when the party’s over | Until then I’m
Going hard i’m a soldier
Dudes is mad cause he never got back
At em | chicks is mad
Cause he played em like
Backgammon | Tall glass, double-up
On the scotch and seven | he
Goin hard like they just ended
Prohibition | Short chick, think I
Like her | Face cool, body fire
Told him in ’06 he became her
Favorite writer | right after
"Boombox" and "blame it on the
Jagermeister" | She said she
Like the gap in his smile | and if
He’s too drunk he can crash at
Her house | All excited
He ain't about to calm her down | cause
Now his dicks’ harder than impressing
Simon Cowell | Wow! I
Love a chick with a plan | But
Right now I need another beer in
My hand | No offense
But I ain’t listenin man | I came here to
Kick it not to hear your shitty band
Keep bouncing, Bouncing
Bouncing | Keep Keep Bouncing
Keep bouncing, Bouncing
Bouncing | Keep Keep Bouncing
Bounce baby c’mon bounce |
Bounce baby c’mon bounce
Bounce baby c’mon bounce | We’re bouncing
We’re bouncing
Another hun on drinks | Ain't put a dime
In my bank account in six weeks
| Too drunk to care, too cool to
Count | Ball til I fall
Or at least until the checks bounce | Been
At the same spot 12 hours straight
| Lost track of time, i ain't
Even ate | Shakin hands
Kissin babies | Drunk as hell making
Out with busted-ass ladies | Drinks
Keep magically appearing in
My hand | And as they dissappear I
Feel more like a man | The
Look of a grown man you know ain't
Playin | Your new best friend
If I ain't the one payin | I
Probably wouldn’t kick it with yall if
I was sober | Vagrant, dick out
Pissin in the corner | When
They throw me out
That’s when the party’s over | Until then I’m
Going hard i’m a soldier
Dudes is mad cause he never got back
At em | chicks is mad
Cause he played em like
Backgammon | Tall glass, double-up
On the scotch and seven | he
Goin hard like they just ended
Prohibition | Short chick, think I
Like her | Face cool, body fire
Told him in ’06 he became her
Favorite writer | right after
"Boombox" and "blame it on the
Jagermeister" | She said she
Like the gap in his smile | and if
He’s too drunk he can crash at
Her house | All excited
He ain't about to calm her down | cause
Now his dicks’ harder than impressing
Simon Cowell | Wow! I
Love a chick with a plan | But
Right now I need another beer in
My hand | No offense
But I ain’t listenin man | I came here to
Kick it not to hear your shitty band
Keep bouncing, Bouncing
Bouncing | Keep Keep Bouncing
Keep bouncing, Bouncing
Bouncing | Keep Keep Bouncing
Bounce baby c’mon bounce |
Bounce baby c’mon bounce
Bounce baby c’mon bounce | We’re bouncing
We’re bouncing