Happy

Yeah
Nana, na, na
So dem stay man
Yeah
You see me, Scrappy?
Mm hmmmm
Dutty heart… you hear that?
Yeah
Cyan stop it
Ohhh
Govana
Yow, dem no waan see me happy
Pussy dem no waan see me happy
So me fuck dem gyal and make she suck off mi cocky
Dem no waan see man happy
But, none of dem can stop it
Benz man a pree, me no waan see jalopy
Ghetto youths tired of poverty
'Bout, dem no waan see man happy
Now
Dem waan see we bruk like dog
Dem waan man give up, life hard
Me a lay down inna dem gyal bed when dem waan me lay down inna bloodclaat morgue
No time me no drop my guard
Bere broomstick, man a watch my yard
Look how long man a suffer 'round yah
As you make it, dem waan turn you over
But me never take mi eye off of mi enemies
No waan no sip off of dem Hennessy
And me know success bring jealousy
No boy can drain mi energy
And a nuff a hope say dem see the enemy
But a prayer a the remedy
Pocket full of dead face like a cemetery
Life sweet like a melody
Melody
Dem no waan see me happy
Pussy dem no waan see me happy
So me fuck dem gyal and make she suck off mi cocky
Dem no waan see man happy
But, none of dem can stop it
Benz man a pree, me no waan see jalopy
Ghetto youths tired of poverty
'Bout, dem no waan see man happy
When you’re broke and hungry, nobody cares
When you’re clothes dem full of tear
But when a Louis V you start wear
Yow, a bere tings you start hear
And a dem did a laugh when your Clarks tear
Look now, inna the Benz man a draw gear
Everything did good when you a suffer and a beg
Anytime you make it dem a say that, you fi dead!
But me never take mi eye off of mi enemies
No waan no sip off of dem Hennessy
And me know success bring jealousy
No boy can drain mi energy
And a nuff a hope say dem see the enemy
But a prayer a the remedy
Pocket full of dead face like a cemetery
Life sweet like a melody
Melody
Dem no waan see me happy
Pussy dem no waan see me happy
So me fuck dem gyal and make she suck off mi cocky
Dem no waan see man happy
But, none of dem can stop it
Benz man a pree, me no waan see jalopy
Ghetto youths tired of poverty
'Bout, dem no waan see man happy
Man a pree big millions earning, yeah
Dollars turning like whirlwind
Private jet, me and a dozen girls in
Bring mi friend dem go shopping over Berlin
Man a pree big millions earning
Dollars turning like whirlwind
Private jet, me and a dozen girls in
Beemer fi Tull Bull, and a Benz fi Sterling