for me too [Chorus] A celebration of your life Here I am toasting to your life A celebration of your life Here I am toasting to your A celebration of your A
Translation: Monsters of the Midday. A Toast To Your Life.
it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in
m taking, freaking, shaking, making, clap to this Make your girl act ill, give your mama a kiss I rise to surprise, I mean each and every time Always in my back, pocket got a
boy kiss is a hell of a man Treat your life like a cell phone so try to get a hell of a plan 'Cause most dudes left the hood broke A couple knew what
of my army we'll turn your face to a dance hall like cerami's now this a party, I got a little change but aint change so send over a bottle of Bacardi
nasty They short, a few inches North of a dwarf My flow's Murcielago, ghostin' them narcos Toast in the ways of the original Pablos Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a
my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huh You hired cops to hold you down 'cuz you fear for your life
a home never talk to strangers never trust a friend, this is the life and the life will not end This is the life, this is the life, this is the life
others as you will have done unto you So who the fuck you mothafuckas gonna run to When someone runs up wit a mask and puts a gun to you You will ask yourself how come Your
hop, you get your mop twisted! Breakdance, break every bone in your body! Bury you alive, and dance on your grave like Rock Steady! A lotta rappers bein
Flight Blues" A Manipulative twist I think that Manson might've used. But poor musicians come a dime a dozen. And you're the egg man, a flash in the
wants to be the superstar They wanna be a superstar And live like a star and driving the fancy car You can still catch a bullet in your car Everyone wants
the hour Triple entendre, don't even ask me how Con Edison flow, I'm connected to a higher power Bright life'd make your whole city light up A trillion
talk shit Stay in your lane you on that double park shit We eatin at the top get a spoon and a fork lift I got raps wrapped up like a gift And id be
My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer Split up your head, kill a snitch for the
