Freddie Floyd - Toast To Our Mistakes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by: Clams Casino]

[Chorus: Freddie Floyd]
A toast to our fuck 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 fuck ups A toast to our mistakes
A toast to all the bad decisions that we made
We’re not fucking done yet the game will still be played
We’re not fucking 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 death
Shooting achoo (at you) I’m ill until you kneel
Bitch I’m proof forreal that hip hop ain't killed
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
Killing 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 glasses clink and drink it up (Drink it up)
Fuck 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, bitch
Now I'm spitting poetry

Kill 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 fucking treaty
Hail my reign when I’m king
I laugh through all your taunting
I ain’t give them the ring, but bitches still calling
On my flu game. Either balling sick or just sick balling

[Chorus: Freddie Floyd]
A toast to our fuck 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 fuck ups, A toast to our mistakes
A toast to all the bad decisions that we made
We’re not fucking done yet. The game will still be played
We’re not fucking 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)