Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toast to Our Differences, artist - Rudimental. Date of issue: 11.06.2018
Song language: English
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!) |