[00:04.95]Oh, yeah
[00:06.46]Anxiety dances across my pillow case
[00:11.53]My god, it dances
[00:15.23]It's like, 1, 2 step
[00:17.21]It's asking stupid questions
[00:21.15]Like are you living, right, such stupid questions
[00:26.67]'Cause I'm just trying to
[00:28.69]I'm trying live, I'm trying rise, above the *******t, the Devil tries
[00:34.26]Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
[00:40.20]Insert something really ******* right here
[00:42.61]I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
[00:45.35]I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
[00:48.20]Wanna be happy, yeah
[00:51.44]I'm supposed to write a ******* hook right here
[00:53.77]Money and riches blah blah, yeah yeah
[00:56.50]I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
[00:59.40]Wanna be happy, yeah
[01:01.95]I've been working my ass off
[01:05.13]That's why Christina left me, been working my ass off
[01:11.16]On this project but I guess that it's okay
[01:16.82]My family never liked you, I guess that it's okay
[01:22.36]Now I'm just, I'm just
[01:24.47]I'm trying live, I'm trying rise
[01:27.14]Above the *******t the Devil tries
[01:30.00]Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
[01:34.60]Insert something really ******* right here
[01:37.65]I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
[01:41.01]I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
[01:43.81]Wanna be happy, yeah
[01:47.04]I'm supposed to write a ******* hook right here
[01:49.35]Money and riches blah blah, yeah yeah
[01:52.14]I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
[01:54.88]Wanna be happy, yeah
[01:57.62]Listen boo boo, bear with me
[01:59.86]Smarter than your average
[02:01.16]Raised around Brooklyn based Italian
[02:03.84]There's so much soul up in my Johnson, I don't need a rapper on it
[02:06.70]'Cause the urbans in my testes but I come and pop packaging, yikes
[02:09.81]Bunch of freaks talk *******t, we call that cactusing
[02:12.30]We don't want no fight, club don't want no Brad Pitt'in
[02:15.10]Braymance like this *******t just when I'm ad-libbin'
[02:17.90]Fronting on my Sean Penn, what movie are you actin in?
[02:20.57]Seventh grade I said I'm 'bout to leave the masses then
[02:23.56]My ex-girlfriend's sister said, 'You babbling'
[02:26.48]Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking
[02:31.14]I'm trying live, I'm trying rise above the *******t the Devil tries
[02:36.68]Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
[02:41.32]You're gonna be ok kid, you're gonna be ok

Oh, yeah
Anxiety dances across my pillow case
My god, it dances
It's like, 1, 2 step
It's asking stupid questions
Like are you living, right, such stupid questions
'Cause I'm just trying to
I'm trying live, I'm trying rise, above the *******t, the Devil tries
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
Insert something really ******* right here
I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah
I'm supposed to write a ******* hook right here
Money and riches 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 live, I'm trying rise
Above the *******t the Devil tries
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
Insert something really ******* right here
I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah
I'm supposed to write a ******* hook right here
Money and riches blah blah, yeah yeah
I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
Wanna be happy, yeah
Listen boo boo, bear with me
Smarter than your average
Raised around Brooklyn based Italian
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 and pop packaging, yikes
Bunch of freaks talk *******t, we call that cactusing
We don't want no fight, club don't want no Brad Pitt'in
Braymance like this *******t just when I'm ad-libbin'
Fronting on my Sean Penn, what movie are you actin in?
Seventh grade I said I'm 'bout to leave the masses then
My ex-girlfriend's sister said, 'You babbling'
Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking
I'm trying live, I'm trying rise above the *******t the Devil tries
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
You're gonna be ok kid, you're gonna be ok