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Happiness (Ft. Dominic) Lyrics


Kaliraps Happiness (Ft. Dominic)


I spread my wings to fly let my life on the clip
I'm bout to nose dive, I just hope I don't miss
see every day has a price I accept this like a gift
I just need a Ginny all I need is one wish
or one scratch take it that out body hit a mill
I'm so deep in that I don't even open bills
I'm so far behind, I wonder where it feels,
I've been dreaming bout money waking up wishing is real
or wish that I could stay and see sometimes I wish I die,
I gotta stay alive, though our daughter is almost nine,
and one day she'll be twenty with them mind of her own,
only focused on the money, talking bout daddy I'm grown
I told to take your time baby girl the weather's cold
and everybody love you when you're finally dead and gone,
I say a prayer for it every day when I wake up
I might be doing it big, but I ain't doing enough.

I spend my life, searching for happiness
I'm no time in time again, I'm much sure but I'm go in.
I spread my wings, I play the wind carries me
Pay and wash em with my sense,
pray that heaven let's be in when my time comes.

Time keeps ticking at me I was like a minute,
and every day I'm worried bout the critics in my image,
I hope I keep it up the park, as if I don't I'm finished,
I'm learning that my freestyles are better than my writtens
I barely writing shit down, I just keep talking,
'cause everything I'm feeling in my heart got me exhausted
but I don't speak about it, I don't feel the need to share it,
I know my best work, my critics will never hear it,
I'm standing in this mirror, trying to see my vision clearer
I throw water in my eyes I know the end is getting nearer
voices in my head keep telling me I should quit,
but women in my life keep telling me I'm the shit
when me and lane made our take niggas laugh,
now they're saying we put nine, 7-8 on the map,
imagine that niggas all abduct to when I'm looking down on
when I'll make it I'ma put that on.

I spend my life, searching for happiness
I'm no time in time again, I'm much sure but I'm go in.
I spread my wings, I play the wind carries me
Pay and wash em with my sense,
pray that heaven let's be in when my time comes.
When my time comes.





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