PackFM - Happy Days lyrics
[PackFM - Happy Days lyrics]
Goodbye gray sky, hello blue
Feels so right, it can't be wrong
Yo, remember when everybody was all like
HipHop is dead and Fuck Bush?
Yeah, you know, yesterday
Now everybody’s wearing Obama shirts and we
Got songs called "LOL smiley face"
Did I miss something?
My president’s black, my rent is late
But my president’s black
So everything’s great
Last week it was dead, now rap does not suck
Lil’ Wayne and Gucci Mane just got locked up
Drakes on the radio, Kid Cudi’s selling
Lil’ Jon and DJ Khaled
Finally stopped yelling
Hova went and had autotune assassinated
Lil Mama jumped on stage
And everybody’s fascinated
A brand new game, but the rules ain’t changed
Nobody’s the new someone
Different’s the new same
You wanna be a rapper, forget about the music
How tight are your jeans tell me
What color your shoes is
I don’t mean to rain on
Your parade or nothing i just want to know
What everybody’s smiling about
Did I miss something?
Everything looks the same to me i mean
Now everybody’s partying and having a ball
So happy to be heard but
Saying nothing at all
Like a tree inside the forest
That’s just waiting to fall
You may have opened up your eyes
But, you’re facing the wall
Now some will try to front
Like they’re embracing the struggle
And if you don’t like it then
You’re hating on the hustle
Its downhill from there
But it happens very subtle
See you can’t be too drastic
You don’t wanna break the bubble
Perhaps it's just a gap
In between the generations
When 140 characters passes for a statement
Maybe I’m too concerned with the situation
You may think that I’m complaining
But at least I ain't complacent
For years they were feeding
You lunch meat only
And now they’re giving you spam
Instead of bologna
Hate to break it to you homie
Regardless what they told you
You still eating garbage
It’s time for some soul food
Yo! Are you even listening to me?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah man yeah man
Do you hear the words that
Are coming outta my mouth?
Hold on one second
Son this dude texted me…he got this app
That counts his pubic hair hA HA
Yo! It counts his pubic hair
That shit is crazy!
Yo what? Awww, come on don’t
Look at me like that
Man you’re just mad cause I’m having fun
Yo, gimme the remote, man yo
Change this shit!
I don’t wanna watch the fuckin news
Dude gimme the remote!
I wanna watch that new TMZ
Shit it’s like, uh
‘Top 100 Celebrity Outbreaks’
They got Katie Holmes and Jessica Alba with
Cold sores and shit shit’s crazy
Yo dude, lend me five dollars, man nah
I’m serious i’m starving i ain’t got no cash
Yo, times is hard
Dude ya know? Gimme five dollars
Feels so right, it can't be wrong
Yo, remember when everybody was all like
HipHop is dead and Fuck Bush?
Yeah, you know, yesterday
Now everybody’s wearing Obama shirts and we
Got songs called "LOL smiley face"
Did I miss something?
My president’s black, my rent is late
But my president’s black
So everything’s great
Last week it was dead, now rap does not suck
Lil’ Wayne and Gucci Mane just got locked up
Drakes on the radio, Kid Cudi’s selling
Lil’ Jon and DJ Khaled
Finally stopped yelling
Hova went and had autotune assassinated
Lil Mama jumped on stage
And everybody’s fascinated
A brand new game, but the rules ain’t changed
Nobody’s the new someone
Different’s the new same
You wanna be a rapper, forget about the music
How tight are your jeans tell me
What color your shoes is
I don’t mean to rain on
Your parade or nothing i just want to know
What everybody’s smiling about
Did I miss something?
Everything looks the same to me i mean
Now everybody’s partying and having a ball
So happy to be heard but
Saying nothing at all
Like a tree inside the forest
That’s just waiting to fall
You may have opened up your eyes
But, you’re facing the wall
Now some will try to front
Like they’re embracing the struggle
And if you don’t like it then
You’re hating on the hustle
Its downhill from there
But it happens very subtle
See you can’t be too drastic
You don’t wanna break the bubble
Perhaps it's just a gap
In between the generations
When 140 characters passes for a statement
Maybe I’m too concerned with the situation
You may think that I’m complaining
But at least I ain't complacent
For years they were feeding
You lunch meat only
And now they’re giving you spam
Instead of bologna
Hate to break it to you homie
Regardless what they told you
You still eating garbage
It’s time for some soul food
Yo! Are you even listening to me?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah man yeah man
Do you hear the words that
Are coming outta my mouth?
Hold on one second
Son this dude texted me…he got this app
That counts his pubic hair hA HA
Yo! It counts his pubic hair
That shit is crazy!
Yo what? Awww, come on don’t
Look at me like that
Man you’re just mad cause I’m having fun
Yo, gimme the remote, man yo
Change this shit!
I don’t wanna watch the fuckin news
Dude gimme the remote!
I wanna watch that new TMZ
Shit it’s like, uh
‘Top 100 Celebrity Outbreaks’
They got Katie Holmes and Jessica Alba with
Cold sores and shit shit’s crazy
Yo dude, lend me five dollars, man nah
I’m serious i’m starving i ain’t got no cash
Yo, times is hard
Dude ya know? Gimme five dollars