Happy (Remix) - Ashtray Sunlight
A 90s-inspired hip-hop track with jazzy, blues-tinged grooves. Dry drum breaks and deep bass lay the foundation, layered with warm Rhodes keys and sax riffs. The rap flow is conversational and poetic, painting quirky daily moments and small joys. Bluesy humming in the chorus and bridge adds soulful depth, blending street realism with a laid-back groove.
Weaver of Moments🎷·3:42
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Happy (Remix) - Ashtray Sunlight
A 90s-inspired hip-hop track with jazzy, blues-tinged grooves. Dry drum breaks and deep bass lay the foundation, layered with warm Rhodes keys and sax riffs. The rap flow is conversational and poetic, painting quirky daily moments and small joys. Bluesy humming in the chorus and bridge adds soulful depth, blending street realism with a laid-back groove.
Creator: Weaver of Moments🎷Release Date: September 4, 2025
Lyrics
Ever seen the sunlight hit a dusty fan,
Ashtray full but I’m still a happy man.
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
(Ohhh… mmm… it’s the little things, babe…)
Grandma hummin’ gospel while she stir the stew,
She don’t need no lyrics, just the melody true.
Neighbor water plants with a cigarette lit,
Talkin’ to the flowers like they understand it.
Homie fixin’ bikes in his front yard zone,
Radio stuck between two stations alone.
Ain’t no big idols hangin’ on my wall,
Just Polaroids crooked down a dusty hall.
Ever seen the sunlight hit a dusty fan,
Ashtray full but I’m still a happy man.
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
(Blues riff… “yeah, yeah, happy in a strange way…”)
Kids draw crowns on the sidewalk chalk,
Rain come down, now the kings can’t walk.
Girl paint nails on the subway ride,
One hand steady while the other try to hide.
Old man naps with a toothpick grin,
Lottery tickets stuffed deep in his tin.
None of it’s shiny, none of it’s grand,
But it’s gold in the rhythm of a working man’s hand.
(Mmm… tap your fingers on the table, babe…)
That’s a song too, can’t you see?
(Yeahhh… laughter spillin’ from the window…)
That’s the sound of bein’ free.
Count my blessings like pocket change,
Weird little moments make the whole world strange.
Ever seen joy in a crooked smile?
That’s a hundred fifty rubber bands of style.
(Ohhh… happiness, little crazy happiness…)
(Ooooh… mmm, feel me now…)
(Aaaah… yeah, let me glow…)
“Lookin’ at me, your eyes on mine,
Every little word, feels so divine.
Soft touch, sweet smile,
Makes my world stay for a while…”
(Ohhh… ahhh… happiness… sweet happiness…)
(Yeahhh… mmm… little joys, little joys…)
Lookin’ at me, your eyes on mine
Every little word, feels so divine
Ahh… you shine… your smile, it’s magic
Every glance, got me feelin’ ecstatic
More praise… tell me more
Ahh… you’re like a mother, but sexy too
Huh?!
Un… yeah… little things, little joys
Ooooh… ahhh… this… this is happiness
Mmm… little joys… little joys
Ashtray full but I’m still a happy man.
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
(Ohhh… mmm… it’s the little things, babe…)
Grandma hummin’ gospel while she stir the stew,
She don’t need no lyrics, just the melody true.
Neighbor water plants with a cigarette lit,
Talkin’ to the flowers like they understand it.
Homie fixin’ bikes in his front yard zone,
Radio stuck between two stations alone.
Ain’t no big idols hangin’ on my wall,
Just Polaroids crooked down a dusty hall.
Ever seen the sunlight hit a dusty fan,
Ashtray full but I’m still a happy man.
Don’t that shit make you happy?
Don’t that shit make you happy?
(Blues riff… “yeah, yeah, happy in a strange way…”)
Kids draw crowns on the sidewalk chalk,
Rain come down, now the kings can’t walk.
Girl paint nails on the subway ride,
One hand steady while the other try to hide.
Old man naps with a toothpick grin,
Lottery tickets stuffed deep in his tin.
None of it’s shiny, none of it’s grand,
But it’s gold in the rhythm of a working man’s hand.
(Mmm… tap your fingers on the table, babe…)
That’s a song too, can’t you see?
(Yeahhh… laughter spillin’ from the window…)
That’s the sound of bein’ free.
Count my blessings like pocket change,
Weird little moments make the whole world strange.
Ever seen joy in a crooked smile?
That’s a hundred fifty rubber bands of style.
(Ohhh… happiness, little crazy happiness…)
(Ooooh… mmm, feel me now…)
(Aaaah… yeah, let me glow…)
“Lookin’ at me, your eyes on mine,
Every little word, feels so divine.
Soft touch, sweet smile,
Makes my world stay for a while…”
(Ohhh… ahhh… happiness… sweet happiness…)
(Yeahhh… mmm… little joys, little joys…)
Lookin’ at me, your eyes on mine
Every little word, feels so divine
Ahh… you shine… your smile, it’s magic
Every glance, got me feelin’ ecstatic
More praise… tell me more
Ahh… you’re like a mother, but sexy too
Huh?!
Un… yeah… little things, little joys
Ooooh… ahhh… this… this is happiness
Mmm… little joys… little joys