Josh Patricio - Toast

Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yo
They keep on talking to me fast, who is they
I fill up on the gas, hit the pass on the way
You can find me trippin' out in Tokyo for visits
On my b-day, eating bitches like a bidet, when it's steak I'm feelin' filet
You ain't have to ask, I'ma do just what I want
Slip outta your hands, you ain't ever gettin' far
We gon' get it though
And keep it moving 'cause this life is feeling cyclical
Man, my chica is biblical
Thank the lord, then take my bath
Kick my feet up and relax
Ya'll ain't ever had a chance, even then I was advanced
I just had to keep it grooving
Something soothing
I understand I ain't proven but it's just something I'm working on
I'm buzzin' to infinity and beyond
Y'all keep talkin' but my glow is like neon
I'll be on fire 'til there comes a colder season
I'm saying, my reason for speaking comes from being in peace
Even though I'm saying the least
Even then we'll make a toast
For all the shit that make you broke
Yeah, you can find us in the coast
Don't give a fuck about what you know
They keep on talking to me fast, who is they
I fill up on the gas, hit the pass on the way
You can find me trippin' out in Tokyo for visits
On my b-day, eating bitches like a bidet, when it's steak I'm feelin' filet
Another Sunday, I might just roll up, and sip a cola
They keep on calling me, but here I am getting no love
I need the lottery, I might have to give it all up
And I'll live modestly, honestly I'd rather live up
Okay, just pardon me
I just lived to see a new day
I was on my grind and I ain't even have to skate
I was on my own, but now I got myself a date
Copped my shades in Harajuku, didn't have to pay
You can't fuck with me, and I ain't even have to say
Someone call an Uber, 'cause tonight they cannot stay
I'ma have to keep it going, 100 all the way
In my DeLorean, getting curious
Wondering who's up next, I got this
Wondering who's Top Chef, I chop this beat up
Easy like feet up, y'all better keep up
I turn the light switch before I'm dreaming, I'm leaving
Even then we'll make a toast
For all the shit that make you broke
Yeah, you can find us in the coast
Don't give a fuck about what you know
They keep on talking to me fast, who is they
I fill up on the gas, hit the pass on the way
You can find me trippin' out in Tokyo for visits
On my b-day, eating bitches like a bidet, when it's steak I'm feelin' filet

Written by:
Joshua Patricio

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