Toast!

[Chorus]
These are the jazz grooves I dance to
I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes
Or non-rap yelling out dance moves
Now here’s your chance to...
"clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high"
If you're feeling it clink your glass too
'cause these are the jazz grooves I dance to
I don’t need a wack dude on trap tunes
Or non-rap yelling out dance moves
Now here's your chance to
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
If you're feeling it clink your glass too

[Verse 1]
Got the bubbly, pouring through me
(sparkling) apple cider inside of my flute please
Carbonation pop in your face like a cool breeze
The saint who pass on them bitter drinks like I'm Drew Brees
Yup, never been addicted to liquor
Never been over ten but in need of a baby sitter
Never been one to get drunk, get too much in my system
Always wanted to be in control of all of my senses
'cause that's the source of my tempting, never been one to give in
To peer pressure, you're wasting your time if trying convincing
Me otherwise, it's different if from inside
If lifted it’s from my pride, my sinfulness was denied
Religious, in other’s eyes, my image was a lie
I presented, I wasn't pious, The twisted, stuff my mind
Would envision, disgusting I admit it because my life
Has been shifted, I’m not the guy i was then, but my struggle not
At it's ending, listen, this for Christians
Trying to do something different this new year
Like giving yourself the limit of sipping just 2 beers
The gym is, overflowing you're timid but true fear
Begins with the Lord and sources your wisdom, give 2 cheers
Let's get it, set your goals, be consistent
Give people close the permission, to see you hold to commitments
Be exposed when you didn’t, we don't boast till it's finished
Though we gon' toast to winning that's knowing the Ghost is in us
Get your sip in...

[Chorus]
These are the jazz grooves I dance to
I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes
Or non-rap yelling out dance moves
Now here's your chance to...
"clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high"
If you're feeling it clink your glass too
'cause these are the jazz grooves I dance to
I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes
Or non-rap yelling out dance moves
Now here's your chance to
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
Clap your hands and raise your hands up high
If you're feeling it clink your glass too