Wiz Khalifa, blackbear — Cheers

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[Припев]

Cheers, here’s to nothing
Hope the tears were for something
Can we drink, drink to nothing?
Can we toast to the pain?

Let’s toast to the pain
Walking through West L.A
Vivienne Westwood chain
Swinging like my mood
Sit around and watch cartoons
In the crib, sipping tea
Bad ******* on Zoom

I don’t care that I’m alone, I just wanna die happy
Make a couple M’s, invest it back and make it last me
I wanna see my friends and I don’t wanna be depressed
Let’s toast to the pain and let’s toast to the stress, like (woo)

[Припев]

Cheers, here’s to nothing
Hope the tears were for something
Can we drink, drink to nothing?
Can we toast to the pain?
Yeah, cheers, here’s to nothing
Can we drink, drink to something?
Here’s to years of feeling nothing
Can we toast to the pain?

Let’s toast to the pain
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na

[Куплет 1]

Let’s toast to bad days
Turn the pain into champagne
Jordan Diors on lace
Can’t make up my mood, switch whips like I switch my shoes
I’m sending every text with balloons

‘Cause I’m sick of being sad, I just wanna be happy
Sick of reminiscing, wanna put it all past me
I miss my friends but my friends are all depressed
Let’s toast to the pain, let’s toast to the stress, like (woo)

[Припев]

Cheers, here’s to nothing
Hope the tears were for something
Can we drink, drink to nothing?
Can we toast to the pain?
Yeah, cheers, here’s to nothing
Can we drink, drink to something?
Here’s to years of feeling nothing
Can we toast to the pain?

Let’s toast to the pain
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Yeah, yeah, let’s toast to the pain
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na

[Куплет 2]

Yeah, yeah, okay
I got a joint rolled up
Call up the gang ’cause I just pulled up
Diamonds in my chain, quit the hate, move up
Always first place I don’t hang with losers
And I done way too many promise, today I just need a bottle
And a bad little model, she don’t need no title
When I’m smokin’ on gas, so is everyone around
And man the checks keep comin’ so my hands keep counting like, «damn»
Pour me somethin’, I don’t pass out
Keep on puffin’, man, that Kush he keep on stuffing
Every day we get high
I ain’t makin’ no plans, if I might blame it on something (something)
Tell ’em don’t need to wait ’cause I’m takin’ all day, all work, no play
Don’t relate, so what? I’m fillin’ my cup, yeah-yeah (yup)

Cheers, here’s to nothing
Hope the tears were for something
Can we drink, drink to nothing?
Can we toast to the pain?
Yeah, cheers, here’s to nothing
Can we drink, drink to something?
Here’s to years of feeling nothing (yeah, yup)
Can we toast to the pain? (uh-huh, yeah)

Let’s toast to the pain
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Yeah, yeah, let’s toast to the pain

Cheers, here’s to nothing (na-na, na-na, na-na)
Can we drink, drink to something? (na-na, na-na, na-na)
Here’s to years of feeling nothing (na-na, na-na, na-na)
Can we toast to the pain?
Let’s toast to the pain