I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin' From other people, baby Brooklyn Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends
We-you becoming rotten down me my door Better result to me or you think like me Well you the people around are as though to be fast Being existent our
Tell me if you think it's all right I'll give in to what you know I don't see the habits that Become me I've saved up my useless thoughts Well means,
All around the country coast to coast People ask me what do i like most I don't want to brag, I don't want to boast I just tell em I like toast Yeah
all around the country coast to coast, people always say what do you like most, I don't wanna brag i don't wanna boast, I always tell 'em I like toast
With all those thoughts I've left behind I'm puttin' to death, no remorse what's pushed inside With a toast I sigh Till the fate of this weight, what'
Let's make a toast We ain't never going back to being broke Everyday stay stacking up the dough Let's make a toast (Let's make a toast, woah, oh) Yeah
I thought it was Easter time The way the light rose, rose that morning Lately you've been on my mind You showed me the rope, ropes to climb Over mountains
Ese era su oficio jamas su misero sueldo valio todo el sacrificio Los vapores del alcohol lo libraron de ese peso eligio mi compania y yo brindo por eso brindo
(talking) I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons
Specters move like pilot flames Their widow?s toast It's Saint-Angel Better times collide with now The tears were warm I feel them still They'll heat
Verse Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the devil, but your eyes are to blue for
Girls, I'd like to make a toast on the behalf of men Here's to the men we love Here's to the men who love us Here's to the men we love, who don't love
Ein Toast mit Käse Salami oder Schinken Ein Toast mit Blutwurst Liegt nicht drin Vergiss die Bockwurst Die schmeckt doch nur nach Abfall Ich will
Like the spear of Longinus The loneliness cuts in my heart Will I ever find my solace? Will I ever finf clarity? I know my pain shall last And yours will
I can barely hear you breathing. I like the sound of your voice. Sweetly soft, it kills me. There's something wrong with my toast. There's something wrong