Smashed as fuck til the casket shut,
Pass your cup, my brother, pass your cup.
A toast to the folks that don't ask for luck, we manufacture luck - glasses up.
Here's to family that cared with no one else would care
Here's to friends that were there when no one else was there
Here's to foes that always kept me on my toes,
Here's to those that chose to take it where no one else would dare.
More than a son, I am a sum,
of who I know, what I've done, and when and where I'm from.
All I've seen, all I've been, all I may become,
Some lost, some won, if not for all, I would be none.
So it seems the tougher the better,
Cuz even the struggle's a pleasure when each dream's another endeavour.
I see growth in all of these hopes and all these pieces coming together,
And it might not be forever but at least it wasn't never..
So here's
To every one of my flaws, that set me up against odds,
Cuz it lead me up to this cause.
Never noticed when they told us that we can't be nothing this large,
When they said we wasn't in charge now once we set on something, it's ours.
So here's
To the true that offered advice, to the few that offered it twice,
To new and prosperous heights.
To countless turbulent days, to endless opulent nights.
Here's to the imperfect being perfect,
Here's to life.
credits
from A-MATERIAL,
released September 30, 2017
Produced by: Ben Billions