Blu - Happiness Is lyrics

[Hook: Britain Park, Intro] And all the rain just fades like sound And there are days that bring us down [Verse 1: ScienZe] 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 its 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 [Hook: Britain Park] 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 [Verse 2: Sene] Yo, Peep I ain't gotta do sh** 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 credits 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 p**y 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 f** poverty, sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Blu] Yeah; Happiness homeboy, William Smith Big shark in the pond k**ing your fish for a pinch of delicious dishes Vengeance of penny pinching, many men be wishing d**h on me, but never get it Heaven's riches, exquisite feminist visits Exotic products, fly mileage and a mistress, n***a 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 n***a 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 co*ked Aiming at the age old prize; Happiness homeboy Yo, we won [Hook]