Happiness Lyrics – Travis Thompson & Jake One (feat. Jay Worthy)
All I wanted was some (happiness)
And I got none
On the road to riches *** I’m calling shotgun
Got top lungs
Had Sak’s dreams with Ross funds
My god’s drunk
I said…
Stumbled through this life and all I wanted was some (happiness)
But I’ma make due
Innate truths
Behind a wall of misery
They say you should (reconcile)
With the life you got
Writing thoughts
Unlikely plots
A heightened sense
A psycho flock
Always was a fight to watch
Always was a dream deferred
At Langston with it
Waiting on my bank to send it
Mingle with the millionaires got family with a lengthy sentence
Benzo with the mayonnaise finish
Riding on my dolo
Fetti be the focal
Jumpy brothers with the stick
The *** like pole vault
I’m at role call
Like who want war? I’m really ready now
Beanie like a heavy crown
It’s up with those who let me down
Tip of the top
Bottom was rock
Had epiphany shock
Doing too much had to live for me
Stung, antihistamine – seems making history really ain’t lit as I thought
***, I can’t stop
And I know some wanna see me slumped
But this white got stripes like icky thump
And ya *** get spun
Might end up with missing lungs
Slight me I’m a missing man
So Seattle I could knock ***, or a gut fish, or flip the P by hand
Someone you won’t meet again
Baby, you can (reconcile)
All you want bout it
My floor messy
My tour routed
It’s more blessings
I’m forecasting some (happiness)
Like I’m owed now
DND my phone now
I need a fee to hit SoCal
My BNB got balcony’s
And heap of *** I’m alone now
Wassup!
Said whatchu got on my love?
I just need some (happiness)
Not drugs
I just need a shrink
My days is blending when I blink
Baby, tell me I should (reconcile)
That’s just life…
You know what it is
It’s P-Worthy the street legend
Ya know what I’m sayin?
I didn’t like the sounds of being a underground rapper
That didn’t sound lavish…ha
I’d rather hang with drug dealers and *** who sniff powder
I just do this for *** for fun
All my niggas is really on
I’m talkin’ Jimmy, Dot, Baron
All my hoes was some skinny blondes, brought me thousands…
I would bring them all to boxes, at my moms
Living life sort of like Harvey you know I’m wrong
All my songs about banging and pumpkin they sing along
Woop woop say, say chucking Phillies
We on the lawn
If you ever feel slighted then *** it just run a fade
The only thing on the Internet got me brackin’ was Backpage
Used to be with Luke Nuke Em
Spent nights on Gage
At Boo’s on third and Slauson them was some *** up days
Now I sleep Egyptian cotton to the sound of the waves
Zelle ping me on my celly like I just got paid worth!