Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Check me out, check me out, check me out
I started at the bottom
Now I'm still at the bottom
Never rise, I fall
Every season is autumn
Yanked from the precipice
Like the statue of Saddam
Made an exodus to
Collect Ls and I got 'em
By the boatload
And even though I scored a polo
Got the logo, it's just a horse running solo
So broke, my home is an '87 Volvo
My neighbour's in the trunk
He's a half-Korean hobo
I'm famished, the other day I ate a rat sandwich
I don't give a damn, I'll eat the thing from Pan's Labyrinth
My life is so savage, I can't manage
But then again I get reminded of the old addict
Every drug I have is day, and I will have mine
You buy a box of rosé, and imma have wine
We ordered too many tennis balls, but it will be fine
Because we got a new song to remind you that
We bounce back, bounce back like a tennis ball
Bounce back, bounce back like a basketball
Bounce back, bounce back like a soccer ball
Or really any kinda ball, except a football
Got the Gucci monogram, on my contraband
From the Gucci pills, Down to the Gucci pot
In other words, I'm rich, and I'm living in a mansion
Hanging with Ted Sarandos, and Ted Danson
We bounce back, bounce back like a tennis ball
Bounce back, bounce back like a basketball
Bounce back, bounce back like a soccer ball
Or really any kinda ball, except a football
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