Happy (Remix)
funk rock, punk rock, EDM/trap, rock rap, alternative
Happy (Remix)
funk rock, punk rock, EDM/trap, rock rap, alternative
Lyrics
Intro – chill funk groove, smooth rap delivery
Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up?
Ever seen a na start with nothing, get it ran up?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Oh it don’t—
That’s an issue,
I know nas that’s running from issues.
Verse 1 – funky bass + clean guitar licks, rap steady
I’m not into what these nas into,
I knew that since I was a young’n on front street.
I wasn’t gone budge if them nas confront me,
Got my respect—what you willing to die for?
Ngga the same thing I’m willing to slide for.
Fuck all your idols, I don’t got no big homies, bitch,
Put my foot in the door off the motherfing strength.
All the nights that I spent—it’s too many to count,
But what make up for it is the fing amount.
Chorus – fast punk guitars + gang vocals
Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up? (HEY!)
Ever seen a ngga start with nothing, get it ran up? (HEY!)
Don’t that shit make you happy? (HEY!)
Don’t that shit make you happy? (NO!)
Drop 1 – EDM/Trap: heavy 808 + hi-hat rolls, chopped vocal
“happy, happy, no!”
Verse 2 – chill funk groove returns, rap continues
Most def—y’all seen bae, every single thing I touch,
They be like deezang.
Money on the line all the time, like breeeng brang.
I been lit since songs played when your phone rang.
I am up lil baby, I don’t need change,
Need a ngga naked in the kitchen like Ving Rhames.
Imagine broads seein’ me hella fly with my thing-thang,
Sun kiss on my grin through the roof—
And they don’t think “same.”
Pre-Chorus – funky guitar + EDM riser
Is you happy for me or no?
That’s the only question I pose.
It don’t matter to me—oh no,
Make a bop for all my foes.
Chorus – punk guitars + claps
Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up?
Ever seen a na start with nothing, get it ran up?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Oh it don’t—
That’s an issue,
I know nas that’s running from issues.
Drop 2 – EDM/Trap heavier, distorted bass + vocal shouts
Rubber band, rubber band, band up!
Happy, happy, happy—NO!
Verse 3 – rap over funk breakdown
And just thinkin’ ‘bout it—nah, that ain’t gon’ fix you,
‘Bout that action, the motion might miss you.
I’m into gettin’ every dollar—GED,
Money ain’t everything, but broke never made me happy.
Anxiety is taxin’, so maxin’ out on good times,
Even if it ain’t rational, I’m cashin’ out.
Walking in the City National, Manila envelope,
That make the world more magical.
Like I can buy this, I can have that,
A hundred rubberbanded up, like how much for the kitty kat?
I’ma bargain for a good deal—even with a hundred mill,
I can sense jealousy, an empath—but fck they feels.
Final Chorus – full punk + EDM hybrid, gang vocals
Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up? (HEY!)
Ever seen a ngga start with nothing, get it ran up? (HEY!)
Don’t that shit make you happy? (HEY!)
Don’t that shit make you happy? (NO!)
Outro – chill funk fadeout, bass groove
Ever seen it, ever dreamed it,
Rubber band tight but I still believe it.
Happy or not, I keep on the run,
Stackin’ these issues ‘til the work is done.