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letra de happy 4 u - devon culbert

[produced by wonderlust]
[artwork by devon culbert]

[verse 1]
everybody minds on the dollars and the commas but ain’t seeing no change (no change)
b-tches give it up without a rubber to they lover, never used they brain (they brain)
wanna cop a rollie with a candy paint whip and some chains, new slaves (new slaves)
take me to the reverend, talk to me bout heaven but never felt my pain (my pain)
you wanna talk demons scratching at your back b-tch let’s debate (ahh!)
i got a blunt rolled up in a ‘rillo packed full with regrets and mistakes (*cough*)
and every day i’m living like my last cause my past gonna catch up
headed for legend, edit that message
we need a parrot with a carat in his mouth shining
put the stars into alignment
raising the bar like grapes drying in the baking sun
but i be wasting time and i be painting numb
like the sc-m i am
i can-not say shit to you
drive a sedan but you got a bmw
three kids loving you and one broad hugging you
got fame, no gang but you still my cuz
and you still my blood, no matter what bruh you got my trust
you made it out of the city where the nitty lurk and kitties birth
and kiddies hurt, whiskey in the kidney got the dizzy hurd
speech slurred, reverse, revert to sobriety, society, no sir
people got them felonies and every shooter dead to me
all i got is jealousy, and envy, you hear me b-tch?
all i got is jealousy in me-

[hook 1]
but i’m still happy for you
god d-mn i’m still happy for you
happy, happy, happy, happy for you
i’m still
i’m still happy
i’m still happy for you
d-mn man i’m still happy for you
you got a degree and a ring
shit i’m happy for you
i’m happy
happy
happy
for you
happy

[verse 2]
i met her at fourteen years old
and what i love most is she had so much soul
she said “my name miranda, i ain’t into all the drama
and i really miss my momma and i really hate my papa”
i’m like “shit me too”, we from different genres
and planets, and you a pianist, and a little bit of saxophone
i’m a rapper doe, so one thing i know is you won’t be playing this
praying is how you keep balance, my homies got habits
for ridding all they problems with tablets and acid and vag lips
everybody wanna puff dragons and ditch on they cl-sses, dammit
you kept me near jesus, away from my demons
low-key, i was still hating on my g*nius
you taped up all the pieces and shit
even tried to get me to stop cursing and shit
in my verses and shit
i even went to church for a bit, i was nervous as shit
if it wasn’t for you, i wouldn’t be on earth at six-
teen years old but the bonds grow old
i told you that over time i get close
to know a person that they just grow cold
and i said i really like you and you really liked me
and i really really liked you but you said not me, so now
i’m dealing with depression cause i never learn my lessons
and you a grown women and i’m still a adolescent
i wanna say “f-ck you” but my mouth won’t open
so i’m coping, i’m still on the phone and you say
“devon, please”, just take this eas-
i say to invite me to your wedding, so i can say objection
and all this other shit i’m stressing cause-

[hook 2]
but i’m happy for you
yeah girl, i’m still happy for you
no, i’m happy for you
good god, i’m so happy for you
i’m happy for you
i’m real happy for you
yeah i’m happy for you
on god i’m so happy for you
you got a nice, christian, man
just like you said
how can i not be happy for you
i’m so happy
happy
so happy
love it
for you

[verse 3]
sometimes i sit and wonder bout what the keys to life is
my vices be plaguing and breaking my psyche
patience i’m bracing, my ivs going icy
i’m highly contagious, children of ron reagan
making us push the rock of gibalter
we altered so now we burning bushes at the altar
cooking up crack ’till that shit walk on water
quarter order like dora, pushing it out the border
not me, i stayed straight, kept a clean slate
put food on my plate, how i kept weight
never wanted beef so i gave back tofu
to hold you, but only so much ’til i go goku
what’ll make me happy, is it love, is it drugs?
is it family, understanding me or finally reach
insanity, i plan to be in first before a he-rs-
verse before i work, but i’m cursed to do the dirt
the worst

- devon culbert

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