Cheers to You (feat. Marls) - Big Tony

Losing myself, put you through hell I've been fucking acting up too much Tell me that you've had enough I fall apart, you don't look surprised Think I need some fucking therapy Figure out what's wrong with me When life brings me down Empty bottles of wine, you on my mind Missing the stars I saw in your eyes Another place, another life Another song, another line Cheers to goodbye So come, gather 'round, you can watch my demise Been living too long in this fucking disguise Consuming every substance I can find You can laugh at my life, it's a joke, it's a lie Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha When life brings me down Empty bottles of wine, you on my mind Missing the stars I saw in your eyes Another place, another life Another song, another line Cheers to goodbye Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls It's time for the moment you've all been waiting for Step the fuck-up because the final act of the evening is here A vanishing act, the likes of which you have never seen Countdown with me Three, two, one So kiss me goodbye, say goodnight Hold back your tears, don't you cry Which would be worse? To live as a monster or die as a hero tonight La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Empty bottles of wine, you on my mind Missing the stars I saw in your eyes Another place, another life Another song, another line Cheers to goodbye Cheers to goodbye Cheers to goodbye Cheers to goodbye

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

Okay, say hello to my little friend Sosa Diego Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Sia Tony che Sosa, sia cruda che cotta (Sosa) La faccia è pulita, la fedina è sporca (Grr) Passamontagna in faccia, padelle in ogni stanza Rapina a mano armata, il giudice mi chiama Shqiptari nel mio team, non parlo con baby G Faccio reati in strada e poi confesso sopra al beat Mercedes targa slava, ho due cannoni in casa Duе aquile sul petto, mio cugino è di Tirana Hotel a cinquе stelle con due sister, okay Porto sempre la pistola come un killer, okay Cento chili e non parlo di fitness, okay Roma centro è ancora il mio business, okay Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada (It's Gucci, it's Gucci) Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala I'm Tony Montana of East Atlanta Put 4s on the Rolls and 6s on the Panthom I'm like Scarface of the ghetto, I just signed Big Scarr (Scarr) My goons rolling cali kush up in a cuban cigar My sicko warriors are loco and they go too far Pull up, shoot a McLaren with the doors ajar If you ain't tryna be like Tony then what you hustlin' for Soon as I'm in Medellín with Sosa, now is bricks in the car, wow (It's Gucci) Hotel a cinque stelle con due sister, okay Porto sempre la pistola come un killer, okay Cento chili e non parlo di fitness, okay Roma centro è ancora il mio business, okay Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala Voglio morire in vasca come Tony Montana Ma pieno d'oro addosso in piazza nella fontana Metto la fede al dito solamente alla strada Voglio una moglie del Sud impicciata con la mala