Produced, Written and Performed by Jah-Femi Telewa 
Sang by Ciélle

Instrumental Produced by Ksenia Beats

Rap: Dance for your man now, 
hard slaps as go down, 
dance for the show now, 
what the whole world to know how, 
man was on lock down, 
felt like a bad clown, 
where is my real crown, 
why did just frown, 
king of a host town, 
love your pink gown…

Rap: Show your style, 
cause you on trial
Go hard, 
or go home
When I’m alone, I’m in the zone, shine fine like 
Chrome 
I’ll take my bone, cream of my cone
Still hard like stone 

Rap: Bounce for the rebound, 
bounce bounce for the rebound, 
Bounce for the rebound, 
bounce for the rebound
bounce for the rebound

Sing: Can it be that we 
love to be free
And this, love
 is for me
Live in, 
true unity
I don’t know if this could
Last for good

Sing: Has it been
So well designed 
That we should fall
So deep love
And fall back out
It’s not for clout
Let’s let it sprout 🌱 
Dark tall & stout 

Sing : Patients 
Is what we show
Go slow
It’s not for show
I just
Had to let you know 
Love has
 it’s highs and lows


Rap: Bounce for the rebound, 
bounce bounce for the rebound, 
Bounce for the rebound, 

bounce for the rebound

bounce for the rebound

Sing: Can it be that 
we love to be free
And this, 
love is for me
Live in, 
true unity
I don’t know if this could
Last for good

Bounce 4 da Rebound faet. Ciélle

beat by sky
written by cal meloblu
vocal prod. by prodkeech

lyrics:

I will never wait
For such a fucking waste
Of all this time and space 
But I left a little too late 

The damage is stuck in place
My body lost a lot of weight 
From stress and aches and pain 
You will never change

I feel this way since I don’t know what’s been in my head 
I hear the worst of everything instead of what’s been said 
No matter what I do, I’m always trapped in my head
Guaranteed that I’ll feel alive when I end up dead  

I don’t wanna feel numb, I just need some good thoughts
Where does this hell come from, I’m overwhelmed and forgot 
These nightmares of thoughts are trying their best to spread out 
I’m screaming at the demons to get the fuck out 

I will never wait
For such a fucking waste
Of all this time and space 
But I left a little too late 

The damage is stuck in place
My body lost a lot of weight 
From stress and aches and pain 
You will never change

Too Late

TOO LATE

i cannot trust me a bitch
i’m smokin weed in the whip
until my thoughts don’t exist
she say she want me 
she don’t know who i is
i been hurtin for the past few months that i lived
i been rollin up these woods im gettin faded in the morning
i don’t think she want me for myself
i think she boring
now i’m pourin up a cup full
i don’t know how much i had
i had a couple
i must have forgot her name did i fumble?
i’m twistin joints n switchin lanes im stayin humble
i can’t trust a single soul i gotta stick to myself
i might hotbox the whip i’m jus smokin top shelf
i dont think i need your help
i’ll be fine on my own even if i fail
i just want the brain this lil bitch smart think she from yale 
i’m up to no good i know and i don’t care
she just want me for my money it ain’t fair
i hit it from the back n then i have to disappear
i might crash out in the v n i ain’t scared 
i ain’t lookin back i don’t fear nothin
she must have been a fan of me or somethin
mixin fanta it been fuckin with my stomach
i don’t plan out what im doin i just does it
tropicana in my cup in an abundance
tryna take a trip to london
tryna take yo pants off, or somethin
do my dance with my demons in the dungeon
fight my battles all alone i overcome them
i don’t want you on my team 
i’m finna trade you out the league
i go crazy off the bench
i’m gettin buckets jeff teague
was the first one to get here the last one to leave
i been puttin shots up in the gym all season
if she trippin then im leavin
im throwing fits ima dip for the weekend
taking trips in the evening i wake up in the morning im feelin puerto rican
i like to sip my cup when im preaching
i got syrup in my gut it slow my speedin
i dont know what’s in my cup when im tweakin
roll my blunt im only talkin to my demons
i’m lost in my thoughts
you don’t know what ive been thru
i been thru a lot
i’m misunderstood
is you really hearin what im sayin bruh?
i done been thru a lot
all my brothas bein buried in a box

jeffteague


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