Happiness Is lyrics

[Hook: Britain Park, Intro]
And all the rain just fades like sound
And there are days that bring us down

[Verse 1: ScienZe]
Thank you God for another day
Please help me move in a way where it doesn't fade
Even if it change, I made this lemonade
I wasn't getting paid
For every sour there's that sweet, sweet getaway
So where's the better way? I threw my bed away
I hardly use it now, forgot to stand its way
I'm laying tracks down, the only way I know
This Blackberry Bold, it ain't a metaphor
This little memo pad, is full of letters now
I keep it basic man, I'm trying to show them how
I'm just a Brooklyn kid, who wanna make it big
I want a comfort zone, a wifey and a crib
A baby with a bib, a simple place to live
Good credit and some music strong enough to give
And if this microphone can get my fam up out this hole;
I'll never leave this mic alone
Happiness

[Hook: Britain Park]
And all the rain just fades like sound
And there are days that bring us down
But on the days just spin around
Happiness is this. Happiness is this

[Verse 2: Sene]
Yo, Peep
I ain't gotta do sh*t to stay brown and lay down for the dirt nap
When cats bite, go throw rights and get my verse back
Somebody did me dirty on credits and I ain't sweat it
I'm on it and I ain't even heard that
Could be pushing herb sacks, instead I pushed the earth back
Felt sweet as pus*y when my pencil brought my first stack
Recording in headphones, day I got my first Mac
I promised on that day my feet would never move reverse, Jack
Got my eyes, on a house in the California south
Eating gumbo, and dumbo, shrimp in the mouth that feeds me
Because my mouth feeds me, now needs me, future too boy I'm greedy
f*ck poverty, sh*t I rose up from it no probably
Makes pop laugh, makes mama proud of me
Daughter dressed like she won the lottery is bliss
Trust when I say happiness is this

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[Verse 3: Blu]
Yeah;
Happiness homeboy, William Smith
Big shark in the pond killing your fish for a pinch of delicious dishes
Vengeance of penny pinching, many men be wishing death on me, but never get it
Heaven's riches, exquisite feminist visits
Exotic products, fly mileage and a mistress, n*gga
Days ended, stay fitted for living
It's that linen and them fascist; got my fashion looking splendid
Then again it may be childhood wishes
From looking out of the window when all the ballers was pitching
I wonder why that n*gga been shine so?
Why that ten high folks, some things you couldn't imagine, with your eyes closed
Riding down the same block, pivoting with the thing c*cked
Aiming at the age old prize;
Happiness homeboy
Yo, we won

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