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letra de are you happy? - coopar

[verse 1 – coopar]
welcome to the tour of my twisted mind
this the kinda rhyme, i hope you mystified by
it’s mister time flies, the kinda guy that i despise
that i’ve become
help? yes i need some
but i keep on plugging
keep on running
keep on coming
keep on humming, melodies
drumming out these beats
yeah i’m brushing of defeats
trynna rush ’em of their feat
but can’t even buss a free
but i keep, jotting rhymes in my notebook
wishing what i wrote would
tell me how focus
feel me with some hope, cause
i feel f-cking hopeless
feed me to the vultures
leave me with the roaches
fingers clutched to the roach, is
that death as he approaches
a blessing in the coldness
the message that he opens says
i respect p-ssion, but you’re done
no life flashing, cause i never had one

[hook – sample from bo burnham]
on a scale from one to zero, are you happy?
‘cause you’re on your own from here, so are you happy?
i’m open to suggestions, are you happy?
but what the f-ck kind of question is “am i happy?”
i really wanna try to get happy
and i think that i could get it if i didn’t always
panic every time i’m unhappy like
i’m owed some life
where i’m always, like, happy
which is stupid ‘cause i wouldn’t even want it if i got it
wait, oh god, my dad was right

[verse 2 – coopar]
mind is plagued by these extraterrestrial crisis
life is frayed by these detrimental vices
i dont wanna fight it, but i dont wanna die quick
i just wanna tell ’em where to stick it when i write it
acting indecisive, i’m cracking up divided
no-one to confide in, no longer providing
i can’t tell ’em how fricking live tho
cause i ain’t happy living with this soul
should i buy a pistol, should i try the crystal
life feels so abysmal, but i still want the kids though
the house, the wife on this road
feels like such a risk though
when i up in this zone
so i guess i just won’t
and its hard to accept, you grafted the best
p-ssed all the tests, mastered it yes
gr-ss strains on your vest
from the times you miss
driving around with no cares
in head, friends with the bests
ends with sesh, engine to impressive
yeah she sending these texts
with a picture of her br–sts, a pictures of her thighs
with that pink floyd poster i can picture whats inside
let me pick your mind baby with a pitch i put in rhyme
a picture perfect life, i done pick the perfect time
but you picked your perfect guy
so that picture won’t be mine
i just hope that his nice and he fits your perfect life

- coopar

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