TOAST Lyrics

Call me the elephant, 'cause I never forget

To be kind and press rewind on the video cassette

But then again, this ain't no Blockbuster, they went into debt

Now we watch the fuckin' world burn through the Internet

I regret not being more compassionate, but how can I?

When I see you actin' stupid at The Outlet

Your fake friends? Who the fuck you tryin' to impress?

I'm the type of motherfucker walk out with a Glock and a dress

And yes, I must confess, I'm not the most perfect

But I got an order to become compulsive and obsessed

And I'm aware that this is something that I've got to accept

My doctor says I got a mental illness, I say that I'm just

Mentally ill, yes, so clean and so fresh

'Bout to pass the drug test, a hundred percent, bitch

Light my cigarette up, while I cook an omelet

You can add the extra avocado, 'cause this food is stamped by the government

'Bout to pass the drug test, a hundred percent, bitch

Light my cigarette up, cook an omelet

You can add the extra avocado, 'cause this food is stamped

Rest in peace to my brother Braden, everybody hatin'

Rest in peace to my Uncle Tony, that ain't no bologna

Rest in peace, to all the motherfuckin' fallen homies

I'll pour the whole 40 oz. of fuckin' liquor right below me

I'll pour another one, that's okay I'm AA

If you catch me slippin', better call the Army, mayday

Wishin' that I had a bad bitch to parade

Hoping that'll keep my crazy thoughts, in place

Until then, God's the marathon in this race

I wake up in the mornin' and I'm servin' that bass

I go to work and do my thing, paper chase

Don't you fuckin' talk to me, I got my bitch-face

Rest in peace to my brother Braden, everybody hatin'

Rest in peace to my Uncle Tony, that ain't no bologna

Rest in peace, to all the motherfuckin' fallen homies

Pour the whole 40 oz. of fuckin' liquor right below me

I'll pour another one, that's okay I'm AA

If you catch me slippin', better call the Army, mayday

Wishin' that I had a bad bitch to parade

Hoping that'll keep my crazy thoughts, in place

Until then, God's the marathon in this race

Wake up in the mornin' and I'm servin' that bass

I go to work and do my thing, paper chase

Don't you fuckin' talk to me, I got my bitch-face