: [Fabolous:] A toast to Mr Tagalouchie and zipping open louis duffle bags of louchie, Bragging loosely about bagging hoochies, No logos on the clothes
: So the season's changed your face Toasted skin turned darker shades So as to better disguise your figure from the streetlights First floor window,
can't toast to that Toast to the good times I can toast to that Toast to those good times I can toast to that Toast to the good times I can toast to
: Peace it all together now Because I sell myself short every time Oh, how you became my life You took me in before I could back out Well I still have
of us who have known you Truth be told, this world feels cold without you You gave all of us a better name So here's the final toast we raise to you,
: Do you wanna know what I think of you 'Cause you're not the way I thought you should be To take back what you said It's time to fix, it's time to fix
: Do you wanna know what I think of you? 'Cause you're not the way I thought you should be Do take back what you said It's time to fix, it's time
Keeps me from jumping out of my skin This ain't no covert operation I don't have that much concentration I'm lost in this fog of contradiction I toast
the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town
toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well
an image I detest. And have the smell of broken homes and ruined lives on my breath. It smells. So let's raise a glass. Let's tip the bottle. Let's drink a toast
a glass Make a toast A toast in your honor I hear you laugh And beg me not to dance On your right standing by Is Mr. Bojangles With a toast he's telling
: Milk and toast and honey make it sunny on a rainy Saturday, he-he-hey Milk and toast, some coffee take the stuffiness out of days you hate, you really
Be my love For no one else can end this yearning This need that you and you alone create Just fill my arms The way you've filled my dreams The dreams
't get emotional never tried to sing shit everybody blame shit i wish i could have changed but the fact remains the same it's just a game bitch toast
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