Happy

[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