OSKEE - Rebound Lyrics

I've been lookin' for some common ground
Tryna polish up on the sounds
Play it in the oldie, feel the bounce
If shawty gettin' rowdy, I'ma bounce
If shawty really love me, I can bounce
Compa, hit me up, let's go
Cruise around, he know I'm down, yeah
Let's cruise around, don't let me down
Always with the fam, yeah, we hold it down
If you catch me when I'm drunk, then I'll
Catch you on the rebound I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin' in
Tipsy I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin' getting tipsy
Got too many bad habits, got my neck broken
I was lookin' at a bad bitch Hold up, wait a minute, I think that's a
Fat bitch Got bad luck, bad shit always happen
I'm mean its cool, are we passin' through the valley
Shit got boring on the way, I started rappin' Drinkin' with the bros, now they lookin
At the backseat
Got dank weed in the roachwhy they pass me
Me I'm shit-faced, please just don't tell my
Mommy
Let's cruise around, don't let me down
Always with the fam, yeah, we hold it down
If you catch me when I'm drunk, then I'll
Catch you on the rebound
I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin' in getting
Tipsy I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin' in getting
Tipsy
I've been lookin' for some common ground
Tryin' to polish up on the sounds
I've been playin' in the oldie, feel the bounce
If shawty gettin' rowdy, I'ma bounce
If shawty really love me, I could bounce compa hit me up, let's go, cruise around
He know I'm down, yeah
Yup, yup, yup, gimme more, drinks I finna pour
Don't pat me on the back, I'm feelin' faded
I just been focused on the goal, like Messi
I ain't really aiming for the mainstream
I've been starving for too long, now I'm
Gettin' angry
I've been tryna stack the dough lately like
A bakery
I've been thinkin' life hit it hard and it
Hate me God over science, y'all still can't persuade
Me Feelin' like he put me through the problems
That made me
I ain't got a cap, got the curls and they
Wavy
Reason I rap so I could embrace me
Even if I'm Kal-El, can't fight the feeling
Even if I'm makin' home a time, grandma still
Spread the chisme, man, like, what a weekend I picked the poison and I fight my demons
I steady he weepin', I'm overthinkin'
That's when the big homie tell me
Chill, cool, chill, cool