Think Happy Thoughts and Keep Your Hoes in Check

Thinking how do blotches of ink matter?
With all the fluoride and lead inside of my sink water
Infecting the way that I think and leaving my dreams altered
Who ordered this melancholy and somber? («Who ordered this melancholy and
somber?»)
Recordings of melancholy, I’m on the
Brink of yelling, I figure I’ll tell somebody
Pardon, the clouds after brainstorming is hella cloudy
I know there’s a shell around me
I figured you’d never find me
I figured I’ll tell you somebody close to me told me I should
(Think happy thoughts)
My momma said I should
(Think happy thoughts)
And the Dalai Lama said I should
(Think happy thoughts)
When that bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind
Hoe ass bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind
Yo who ordered this melancholy and somber? («Who ordered this melancholy and
somber?»)
Drama, my momma told me think happy thoughts and don’t tell nobody
Deep secrets, so breath deep and keep secrets
Loose lips blow chances at goodbye kisses in Kansas
As tears from the song cry drys, quenching the matches
That set heart to flame and liquids for candlelit rituals
Now Thanksgiving so different, you vanished, Grannie, I miss you
I wish you were here here (Chill like the real)
I ran a cool cool breeze whistling in still air
Whispering «Shhh… it’s okay»
But it ain’t okay, no it ain’t okay
Sometimes, when your face come across my mind I try to
(Think happy thoughts)
My momma said I should
(Think happy thoughts)
And the Dalai Lama said I should
(Think happy thoughts)
When that bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind
Punk ass bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind
When that bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind
Punk ass bullshit…
(Think happy thoughts…)
Fellowship (Woo!)
In the morning (Yes sir! Yes lord!)
'Round 12 o’clock (Yes sir! Thank you! Praise him!)
Afternoon (Yes sir! Praise him!)
At night (Every day! Praise him! Praise him!)
(Fellow-ship)
Aye King! Yo King wake up man!
Told my, told my homie Raf to keep his hoes in check
And keep old gold electric soul on deck
We ten toes down and two souls deep
Shoutout to Cold Chief, that nigga nice, don’t sleep
Shoutout to E&J drink BSOP
My homies on, my homie ask to keep they hoes in check
And keep some cold DS on both ya decks — yep!
Humble til' I mumble thunder under my breath
And even as a youngin' was a son of a tech
It’s funny how a burner raise so much of my stress
That’s not how I function from sun up to set
But I be high til' this S.S.I government checks
I be lying face up, let the sun hit my flesh
What a wonderful day, to be under the rays
Roll a blunt and flash the other when I come to the stage
When I come to the stage, all the suckers wither down
Allergic to the sound of a bunch of hurrays
Bravo, bravo, roses, bouquet
I like my liquor neat, now you can hold the O’Shea’s
«That's Ice Cube’s-» Geek!
Man, get the fuck out my way!
I had to bitch slap a Kathy, I gave Hoda some game like
Yo Hoda… You need to keep your hoes in check
My nigga India Soul keep her hoes in cheek
My homie Feefee know to keep her hoes in check
My nigga Quelle Life keep his hoes in check
My Jesus Beast O keep his hoes in check
And Joe the Teacher know to keep his hoes in check
How 'bout we get mad English, get this dough upset
Hol' up
Do you procrastinate? (I'm just so tired)
Well are you overweight? (Oh)
Are you losing hair (Ah!)
Is it over stress? (These bills!)
Does your road to success have a culdesac?
Well… You need to keep your hoes in check
Fuck you mean I can’t put head on the rider
I told Jay Kim to put Winona on the Ryder
Fuck you mean I can’t put head on the rider
Rent don’t care about a fucking blog write up
So I’ma have to call you back, I’m all tied up
I’m fucking with this still we can all get bread
I’m talking mad English, get this dough upset
You need to get your hoes in check (check check)