Lyrics Toast to our Differences - Rudimental, Shungudzo, Protoje

Toast to our Differences

Is being taken seriously by the Minister of Africa
Water comes from the, West Africa, right but
They brought yams and that 'round here
Big shed, plenty of bananas, okra, things like that
You know 'cause I figure you givin' 'em dinner
Mad life, innit?
It’s somethin' like that
Hey!
I wanna live in a leaderless world
I wonder what that is
Who makes the rules in a leaderless world?
I wonder what happens
Without cool kids and presidents
And dark aids, first elephants, ooh
I wanna work in a classless world
I wonder what that’s like (Hey!)
And would I work in a classless world?
Or would I just get high?
Without rich kids, and immigrants
And big dreams of better things, ooh (Hey!)
Let’s raise a glass
And have a toast to all our differences (Ayy)
You carry me on your shoulders
When I don’t know what my limit is
I, I, I, I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies
Huh, woke up inna me feels like
What it means to be loved in real life
Well go inspire I to achieve heights
Toast to those that chose the road we drive
And if you in the dark, here’s a street light
How the moon shine bright if you realise
How my mood get right when the weed light
How you soon can’t fight rights have fi beat might
And love it have fi beat hate
Good over evil, me say it in every detail
Package it, push it
Seem it out to retail
But this one of a kind style, can’t resale (Hey!)
Daughter on the way, soon hear your cries
It’s gonna be a wonder when I see your eyes, I
And I wonder where my limit lies
My limit flies, oh, I’m living life (Hey!)
Let’s raise a glass
And have a toast to all our differences (Ayy)
You carry me on your shoulders
When I don’t know what my limit is
I, I, I, I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies
It’s nice to be here
Darling, geezers and señoritas
Now please catch a breather
You see back in the day I used to do eaters
Round Gingersmith Avenue, hanging out with hyenas
Oh and it can to do with bereavement
I know I still have to fight off the demons
I strum the guitar to stop the day dreaming
I strum the guitar and toast to achievement (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
I speak to my mate Taylor now 'bout business
And now my mind’s clear because I ain’t got no mistress
As if I went around with big fat skunks
It blows up my brain and turns my lung inconsistent
I hope I can give hope to the lads that live that life
And have to spend time in their reason
We gonna do what we like in an instant
My name’s Hak Baker, thank you for listening
Yeah, yeah
Let’s raise a glass
And have a toast to all our differences (Ayy)
You carry me on your shoulders
When I don’t know what my limit is
I, I, I, I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies
I, I, I, these mayday boys are living lies
They’re living lies
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)