A Toast

by Joe Budden

you tell me that you wanna go to heaven
but you run around acting like you're gonna live forever
you tell me that you're going through Hell
but you're putting others through it.
you say that i smell like i haven't had a shower in 23 days.
like an unbalanced beer can two minutes too late.
a look like a stale face from a fresh grave with
a chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage.
Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar?
Can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?
Ten cans
4 a.m. friends
The sad thing is that you've always been like this.
moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse.
believe the lies that you tell yourself
You tell me that my problem is thinking
but I can chase it away with a problem like drinking
You tell me you don't wanna get old
but you've got a party on the line and a grave on hold.
like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette,
like a martini balanced on a whiffle ball bat
when a hard wind blows it's gonna fall down.
when the wind blows there'll be broken glass all around
Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar?
Can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?
Ten cans
4 a.m. friends
The sad thing is that you've always been like this.
Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse.
believe the lies that you tell yourself
Things could never get worse
Ten cans
4 a.m. friends
The sad thing is that you've always been like this.
Like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside.
believe the lies that you tell yourself.
This is the only way to die
This is the only way to die
This is the only way to die
YEAH YEAH YEAH!