ScienZe, King I Divine, Britan Parker , Blu, Sene - Happiness Is lyrics

And all the rain just fades like sound
And there are days that bring us down

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 it's 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
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

Yo, Peep i ain't gotta do shit 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 credit's
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 pussy 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 fuck poverty
Shit 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

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 visit's
Exotic products, fly mileage and a mistress
Nigga 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 nigga 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 cocked
Aiming at the age old prize
Happiness homeboy yo, we won