Happiness Is A Choice ft. orgnlbadguy Lyrics

In 2020 mama said Happiness was a choice

It don't cos nothing to thank the lord that you got a voice

Cos if you looking for reasons to bitch, moan or to curse

Life gon give you so many it'll have you in a hearse

The irony seeking asylum drove my mama crazy, guess she found and didn't find what she was looking for

Those four words they rattled me and shook me to my core

And for that mama I'll be grateful forever more

The country hard, we do the most but we make nothing of it

In a place where you a prof but you can't profit off it

Salary detained, young niggas they paying for grades

Luring young girls into your Oval Office

Hard times in 9ja like water in a lake

Pick two, pick three, I wasn't seeing cake

Like the witches in Salem my bitch she was at stake

I handled it well, make no mistakes

Make no mistake, it's that street talk boy we out for it

Out for the guap, and I dey lap steady

Dey lap steady oh no

Many days when the food wasn't enough

Many days when the food wasn't even present

We tryna count these blessings

Jah save me and my niggas amen

When you see me walking, put money for my hand

Coz I don waka tire

Every other day wey we no fit break bread

And we don waka tire

Ori mi ti fe daru, ori mi ti fe daru

Coz I'm thinking plenty

But make no mistake, it's that origin story

I'm seeing numbers like I'm Mason in Black Ops

Tarkwa bay in some shorts and a Tanktop

If she thick, I'm bricked like my laptop

Niggas talk, see me, jerk, like a handjob

When they See a six'five nigga with hands

They turn it to a who can flex harder with bands

Who got fictional affiliation with gangs

Save it, Imma slap the taste out your mouth

Like a video game, the way that I hit box

Shawty make sounds but they ain't for TikTok

Cream in the middle like I'm making chic choc

I'm seeing traffic but there ain't no gridlock

Talking money? I'm seeing an influx

If you talking stress? I'm needing a redux

Social media and I need a detox

My nigga Bima smoking like three blunts

Told him chill bruh

Make no mistake, it's that street talk boy we out for it

Out for the guap, and I dey lap steady

Dey lap steady oh no

Many days when the food wasn't enough

Many days when the food wasn't even present

We tryna count these blessings

Jah save me and my niggas amen

When you see me walking, put money for my hand

Coz I don waka tire

Every other day wey we no fit break bread

And we don waka tire

Ori mi ti fe daru, ori mi ti fe daru

Coz I'm thinking plenty

But make no mistake, it's that origin story