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dabbla – super happy lyrics

(verse 1)

name another rapper f-cking with my forte
dabbla getting my play, all you man are fruitier than sorbet
and more debatable than as-xual -rg-sms
my debut alb-m came with everything that yours hasn’t
more than happy to spoilt it, smoking an oily
banging h-m-s-xual women in a unis-x toilet
whats the point in this voice if i can’t record it
claim to be reporting the truth but it sounds distorted
no ones hanging on long enough to absorb it
cause basically the story your telling is smelling of bullsh-t
we call it c-ke and buzz it, you better home he doesn’t
ultimately revolting, let’s keep it cosy cousin
look at the flows he bussing, he’s so exciting
there’s never been nothing like him at writing
but it’s all over nothing
all i need is some cans and a room to stand up in
dash a couple dozen grams up in my fan oven
your hands shoving the wrong man
so understand dabbla don’t belong in a programme that’s a d-mn something
(hook)

it’s that sh-t that makes me happy
really happy, truly happy
it’s that sh-t that makes me happy
proper happy, super happy

(verse 2)

aka rap’s last resort has collapsed and he can’t walk
strapped to a large board on his back with a jarred jaw
flashed to the last door, getting lashed on the dance floor
looking f-cked tucking into a bag full of bath salts
peak journey at 3.30 you need surgery
deep dirty and each journey is weach worthy
staring like meerkat’s, tearing up the beer mats
fist in the air, twisting the earwax
it’s all rinsable, rappers you ain’t invisible
you sound wack you’ve abandoned all of your principles
we ain’t cool anymore, you’ve become cringeable
you need to have a word with your fam and your gang of imbeciles
stop f-cking about with the unswindable or catch one in the mouth at the next interval
unthinkable, fate that’s unsinkable
wait til i b-mp into you, you know i will

(hook)

cause that’s that sh-t that makes me happy
really happy, truly happy
that’s that sh-t makes me happy
proper happy, super happy
that’s that sh-t makes me happy
really happy, truly happy
that’s that sh-t makes me happy
really happy, truly happy

(verse 3)

of yeah, you better remember the name if your’e gonna enter the game
you can label it what you want but never call it the same
my team are on production, a gang of four minute chain
ladies grab your mans b-lls for hip hop all in the name
if i have to drag myself through the mud or crawl in the rain (i will!)
forget these other people that keep on stalling the train (for real!)
maybe their conflicting opinions sort of to blame
maybe drugs ain’t the way i should deal with all of the pain (ill!)
life is crazy, it’s f-cked and we’re all in it
if just for a small minute, we rush for that cool finish
false spirit, you’re torn and it’s all image
we’re born with a false limit, the status report digit
b-lls deep in this plot and it’s all spinny
we’re rotting and talk silly on top of a small city
then bop with a short shimmy
it’s froth and it’s all sw-lly
and hotter than pork chilli
now walk with me!

(hook)

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