Keep Bouncing - Blueprint

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