[Intro: Blu]
Yeah, happiness, happiness
Are you happy? Tell me
Are you? Uh
[Verse 1: Blu]
Some people got this, some people got that
Some people got rich, some people got jack
Shit makes you wanna get stacks just to give it all back
Uh, are you all happy or all of y'all sad?
Just because y'all want a bag and a badass bitch
Whippin' grits at the pad for your mom or your dad
Money doesn't buy happiness
But it buys all kinds of lavishness that the rich have
If that isn't for you then just kick back with a Big Mac
While I get so many whips, you get whiplash
Splish splash, time to take a bath
In a pool full of money, Donald Duck did that
How the fuck do these kids havе more than these pioneers havе?
If I was them. I would say, "Here's half
Thanks for my career, Dad", uh, cheers to the past
And the years that've past 'cause it feels weird that we still here
[Verse 2: Kota the Friend & R.A.P. Ferreira]
I got a list of people that was throwin' them stones, yeah
Hope you niggas ready for the blessings I owe, yeah
Money never mattered when you mentally broke
You can take it all, never taking my soul, yeah
They wonder how I smile through it
I never left my shell, I just outgrew it
Yeah, I notice how the crowd movin'
I used to move with it now I look at 'em like, "How foolish"
I had this feeling for a minute now
Tryna figure out how you sadder in a bigger house
No conditions how I'm livin' now
Carryin' the pain, it was time I set it down
It's different when the smile is real
The cut's deep but in time will heal
And when they throwin' me the stones, they notice how I'm smilin' still
And through it all see that I'm fulfilled
My light gon' shine
Dun da dun dun da bum
So you gonna have to go blind
Dun dum, bum bum, uh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Fell for the su guapa, embroiled in imbroglio
I don't know which way I’m going, I don't need directions though
Blackwing pencils, I don't eat pistachios
My kid is allergic so really it's the principle
I don't fuck with anything that can harm my family
And I done a lot of dirt just to protect my sanity
It's R.A.P. Ferreira, every bar reflect my vanity
Which is perfect like the Creator and that's word to my granny
Spit a rhyme and every single word make you antsy
Deep breath now it's certainly enchanting
To be left out, you either gonna find yourself
A crutch or on a shelf, whichever comes easiest
Cats brag about they greasiness
Meanwhile my face clean and I smell good, knuckles red Elwood
The real blues brothers
We on a mission from God, the real, Blu's brothers
