Oh, yeah
Anxiety dances
Across my pillowcase, my god, it dances
It's like one, two, step
It's asking stupid questions
Like, are you living right? Such stupid questions
Cause I'm just trying to
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
Above the * that the devil tries
Which is why I'll keep my eyes to the sky
Insert something really dope right here
I'm supposed to write a hook, but all I wanna say is
I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah
I'm supposed to write a * hook right here
Money in the pictures, blah, blah, yeah, yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah
I've been working my ass off
That's why Christina left me
Been working my ass off
On this project
But I guess that it's okay
My family never liked you
I guess that it's okay
Now I'm just, I'm just
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
Above the * that the devil tries
Which is why I'll keep my eyes to the sky
Insert something really dope right here
I'm supposed to write a hook, but all I wanna say is
I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah
I'm supposed to write a * hook right here
Money in the pictures, blah, blah, yeah, yeah
I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen, boo-boo, bear with me, yeah, I'm smarter than your average
Raised around Brooklyn-based Italians
There's so much soul up in my Johnson, I don't need a rapper on it
Cause the urbans in my testes, but I come in pop packaging
Yikes, bunch of pricks, talk *, we call that cactusing
We don't want no fight club, don't want no Brad Bittin'
Rain man, type of *, just when I'm ad-libbin'
Frontin' on my Sean Penn, what movie are you actin' in?
Seventh grade, I said I'm about to leave the masses
Then my ex-girlfriend's sister said you babblin'
Even back then, cook, crack, drug trafficking
I'm tryin' to live, I'm tryin' to rise
Above the * that the devil tries
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
You're gonna be okay, kid, you're gonna be okay