Cheers To Crazy - Trae Myers

Takin' shots in here, you want one? Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Cheers to the freakin' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Don't let the bastards get you down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Everybody put ya glasses up, and I drink to that Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (And I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Life's too short to be sittin' 'round miserable People gon' talk whether you doing bad or good, yeah Got a drink on my mind and my mind on my money, yeah Looking so bomb, gonna find me a honey Got my Ray Bans on and I'm feelin' hella cool tonight, yeah Everybody's vibin' so don't nobody start a fight, yeah Cheers to the freakin' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Don't let the bastards get you down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Everybody put ya glasses up, and I drink to that Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (And I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah 'Bout to hop on the bar, put it all on my card tonight, yeah Might be mad in the morning but you know we goin' hard tonight (Wooo...) It's getting Coyote ugly up in here, no Tyra (Hey...) It's only up from here, no downward spiral Got my Ray Bans on and I'm feelin' hella cool tonight, yeah Everybody's vibin' so don't nobody start a fight, yeah... Cheers to the freakin' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Don't let the bastards get you down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Everybody put ya glasses up, and I drink to that Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (And I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (And I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Cheers to the freakin' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson sink in I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Don't let the bastards get you down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Everybody put ya glasses up, and I drink to that Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (And I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (And I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah (I drink to that) Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah

Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Vesti'o de Gucci con to'os los metales El AP cabrón tú sabes cuánto vale Te los vamos a dar en la cara y en los abdominales Un kilo que entra y otro que sale La tarima con fuegos artificiales Haciendo partys semanales On fire como Jordan en las finales El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Negra la careta y la camiseta Negra la fourty y la camioneta Un paso en falso y grabamos tu muerte como los Z Lo que fumamos son moñas crunchies como galleta Cada vez que entramos a la disco las babys se ponen inquietas El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os (Alex Ki) (Alex Killer) (Bryant Ma') (Bryant Myers) (La Oscuridad) (El que pegó el trap) (Ustedes lo saben) La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso?

I don't mind work and I love to fish I been known as a son of a bitch When life gets tough I roll my sleeves up Yeah, I get it done it's always enough I toil real hard with nothing to show I owe it all to the savings and loan So break our backs and make us slaves All for the love of the USA Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Ain't nothing much to do in this town The industry's gone and the mill has closed down And up on the hill lives a Jezebel She's got some sin and some pills to sell So no need to lie with your opium eyes When you got a script there's no need to hide Bitch and moan and dance in the street We would rather have bombs then food to eat Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline And you think that you're really gonna make a change Maybe you and I are the ones to blame Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline