Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheers, artist - Anderson .Paak. Date of issue: 14.11.2018
Song language: English
Cheers |
| Yeah, uh huh |
| Yeah |
| I’m workin' on a world premiere |
| And I could see the world from here |
| They ask where I’m going from here |
| Shit, anywhere long as the runway is clear |
| Shit, music business movin' too fast for me (God damn) |
| Wishin' I still had Mac wit' me |
| How do you tell a nigga slow it down when you livin' just as fast as 'em? |
| I couldn’t understand when I see 'em stretched out cold on the pavement |
| Niggas catch T-K-O's on occasion |
| Wishin' I could save 'em, what was I to say? |
| I was doin' dates, dippin' in and out of state |
| We was goin' in to get away |
| Sick of feelin' so outta place |
| Wishin' I could save ya, what was I to say? |
| Wishin' I could save ya, but now it’s too late |
| Now, is this really what I wanted? |
| Is it really worth the pain? |
| Now am I really an asshole? |
| Fuck what you say |
| Don’t do me no favors, let’s get back to basics |
| We live for today, bitch, look up out my way, bitch |
| I’m losin' all my aces, I’m runnin' outta patience |
| Got some pretty faces knowin' what my name is |
| Up in high places, I got some new neighbors |
| They don’t really say shit but when they see the spaceship |
| They just think I ride with some form of entertainment |
| But they don’t know I’m black, young, gifted and amazin' |
| You know I had to close my eyes, yeah |
| And if I have to free my mind |
| I may not have the lane, movin' all along |
| Knowin' that I can’t do it on my own |
| And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out |
| Have to run away, think I’m goin' home |
| You know I’m workin' on a world premiere |
| And I could see the world from here |
| I know you somewhere in the atmosphere |
| I know someday I’ll meet you halfway there (Cheers) |
| They say there’s nothin' you can do about it |
| Can’t say that I’m new to sorrow |
| Wishin' I could take your problems trade 'em for a little more time wit’chu |
| Carry you out the bottom, the weight of the world, I got it |
| Sprouted wit’chu on my shoulder, the greatest honor to know ya |
| I’d rather be honest wit’cha, I hate you ain’t in the picture |
| I hate all them fake niggas claimin' like they gon' really miss ya |
| I know there’s no one to blame |
| Maybe the point that I’m missin' |
| But I needed a minute, just give me a minute |
| You know I had to close my eyes, yeah |
| And if I have to free my mind |
| I may not have the lane, movin' all along |
| Knowin' that I can’t do it on my own |
| And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out |
| Have to run away, think I’m goin' home |
| Oh, say it ain’t so! |
| Tears keep fallin' down my eyes |
| Damn it, I miss you, I should be with you |
| Can’t turn back the hands of time but I should be with you |
| I miss my friend |
| Damn it, I miss you |
| Can’t bring you back |
| These pictures I’m seein' are fuckin' me up, and |
| And I don’t know what to do but reminisce and face the pain |
| Back in the day before you were a dog and you were just pup |
| Bangin' beats and bringin' bitches back to the tour bus |
| Excuse me, y’all, I know this Paak. |
| shit, I just need a second |
| It’s Q-Tip in this bitch and I’m just in here reflectin' |
| Head on collisions with memories in the intersection |
| Lookin' in my rearview, wishin' I could be near you |
| The freeways of my mind are crowded with traffic |
| The good times that we had and them bad habits |
| Look at me now, look around, last man standin' |
| Grown man cryin' like a child tryna understand it |
| So sick of sendin' flowers to all my of brother’s mommas |
| Don’t know what’s harder, fightin' trauma or keepin' a promise |
| A true confession breath is blessin', without a question |
| But niggas don’t get the message 'til they get disconnected |
| My story ain’t over, I’m still turnin' pages |
| But the picture that I painted with you in it has faded |
| My queen, my dreams and even my wages |
| I know what it means to lose everything when you made it |
| Rags to the riches and back to the rags is muh’fucka |
| The consequence of puttin' all your chips in one bucket |
| To be honest, I feel like gettin' right back to these commas |
| You mother fuckers keep the drama |
| I’m workin' on a world premiere |
| And I could see the world from here |
| I know there must be somethin' after here |
| I know some day I’ll meet ya halfway there in the atmosphere |
| Cheers |
| Free my mind |
| You know I had to close my eyes |
| Close my eyes |
| You know I have to free my mind |
| Oooooh |
| You know I had to close my eyes |
| You know it’s time for me… |
| You know I have to free my mind |
| Free my… |
| Free |
| Free |
| Free my… |
| …My mind |
| My mind |
| My Mind |