Текст песни Happy - Michael Millions

Favorite vinyl spinning while a nigga let his jay burn
Hunger like my stomach full of tapeworms
I seen stress make a young nigga face turn
The world will teach you things, in school you can't learn
I seen a nigga go from 60k a year
Sleeping comfortable cause he know he got him a career
But he knew he just skating thru hoping his dream would just appear
Never thinking what happens if it all happened to disappear
Till they pull him in that room said we want you to hear us clear
We just dissolved your job, yes we're well aware
That you just got a little one that you just want prepared
We just wish you luck and put your package in the mail
If you need me for a reference, i'm sure to suit you well...
We sorry we did it to you but it could be ourselves
I felt the floor give out... the breeze came thru
I felt my wings come out... god said let me speak to you
Son i gave you a gifts i free'd of those chains
But you still up in my grip
So get a grip
You never gonna fall, i hardly let you slip
Keep your circle tight and to the left you pass the clip

Cause if it don't make you happy and it don't make you smile
If it don't make you proud then leave that shit behind
Leave that up out your mind stay up on your grind

Cause if it don't make you happy and it don't make you smile
If it don't make you proud then leave that shit behind
Leave that up out your mind stay up on your grind

All i want is to be happy
All i want is to be happy

They say love will always paint a fool
Chase nothing that gets away from you
Because if money you got to spend it
Cause fame... i hope you got those lenses
Those camera's flashing make you crash your Benz's
Do you dirty like Diana if you make it to heaven ask the princess
Life ain't no race... no photo finish
I share my light without photosynthesis...
They call raps, i hear a broken sentence
Word to my co-defendant
I want to rhyme about pyramids or astronomy
Or share my thoughts on boosting the black economy
As an rapper is it cool to think logically...
I'm always at war with the dichotomy
Intune with knowing who i got to be
Living with no apology
I probably smoked the buck that could have struck the lottery
Probably smoked the money to move my grandma out of poverty
The same smoked could have stopped the cancer don't bother me
For all the peace and love it ain't no money you could offer me
I drop vocals in the plate for the offering

Cause if it don't make you happy and it don't make you smile
If it don't make you proud then leave that shit behind
Leave that up out your mind stay up on your grind

Cause if it don't make you happy and it don't make you smile
If it don't make you proud then leave that shit behind
Leave that up out your mind stay up on your grind

All i want is to be happy
All i want is to be happy