Clams Casino - Toast To Our Mistakes lyrics

[Produced by: Clams Casino] [Chorus: Freddie Floyd] A toast to our f** ups A toast to our mistakes A toast to all the bad decisions that we made If it weren't for our mistakes where would we be today? If it weren't for the trade, we wouldn't know the stakes A toast to our f** ups A toast to our mistakes A toast to all the bad decisions that we made We're not f**ing done yet the game will still be played We're not f**ing done; we're finally unchained [Verse: Freddie Floyd] I'm make it platinum so at least give me a gold piece Fangs out, I'm so beast; Eat MC's till I'm obese Got your b**h trophied and she ready to proceed I get what I want so there's no need; Just an Artest, Who wants World Peace Emptiness got no fulfillment Losing's the first step at winning Never any fans, even on the ceiling But when one door closes, two doors open When your heartbroken Never stop hoping So, a toast to our f** ups, Yeah here we go again We been around, we stick around But always get the shorter end We try to pretend, defend those we depend Descend into the depths; We're living to meet d**h Shooting achoo (at you) I'm ill until you kneel b**h I'm proof forreal that hip hop ain't k**ed I'm sitting at a standstill, They misunderstand still I'm still on top and they just under my damn stilts Casio Flow even when I was a Baby G Committing sins sincerely I'm the realest really k**ing music serially Seriously I want you to Reflect that you cannot mirror me Its Thursday and I'm throwing it back; Playing chess on my checkered past I'm presented with my present And it's different than I expected Everybody wanna be like everybody else (else) Everybody wanna be everybody But nobody helps So A toast to our mistakes. A toast to our disgrace A toast to those who have put us in our place A toast to the hoes we chased; a toast to them getting away A toast to the shots we missed, and a toast to a broken wish A toast to all the times that we screamed for help Don't you know that we can work by ourselves So let the gla**es clink and drink it up (Drink it up) f** where we began. Our dreams was where we ended up I drown in my ego I ball like an eagle Can you view his fly? Just look how far he goes I get paid for free throws. I get green like Cee Lo So fresh that I could reload. Do you get chicks, chico? Ain't nobody know its me or notice me None of you hoes wanted to flow with me I am the one and only Taking it too far You'll never get close to me Edgar Allan flow, b**h Now I'm spitting poetry k** the track, split time no lap. They held me down I don't hold back I'm a rude boy, I go too slap So slept on I take no naps Toast it boast it I'm the coldest Chi with roses but no lady. Freestyled good nobody paid me Unloved flow, everybody hate me All my sweeties have diabetes, So end the war with a f**ing treaty Hail my reign when I'm king I laugh through all your taunting I ain't give them the ring, but b**hes still calling On my flu game. Either balling sick or just sick balling [Chorus: Freddie Floyd] A toast to our f** ups A toast to our mistakes A toast to all the bad decisions that we made If it weren't for our mistakes where would we be today? If it weren't for the trade, we wouldn't know the stakes A toast to our f** ups, A toast to our mistakes A toast to all the bad decisions that we made We're not f**ing done yet. The game will still be played We're not f**ing done; We're finally unchained [Outro: Chops] Toast to our T-toast to our T-toast to our mistakes-stakes T-toast to our t-toast to our t-toast to our mistakes-stakes T-toast to our t-toast to our t-toast to our mistakes-stakes If it weren't for our mistakes, where would we be today? (x2)