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yohanan irnsd - happiness is a choice lyrics

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[verse 1: yohanan irnsd]
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 b+tch, moan or to curse
life gon give you so many it’ll have you in a he+rs+
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 n+ggas they paying for grades
luring young girls into your oval office
hard times in 9ja like watеr in a lake
pick two, pick three, i wasn’t seeing cake
like thе witches in salem my b+tch she was at stake
i handled it well, make no mistakes

[chorus: orgnlbadguy]
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 n+ggas 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
[verse 2: yohanan irnsd]
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
n+ggas talk, see me, jerk, like a handjob
when they see a six’five n+gga 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 n+gga bima smoking like three blunts
told him chill bruh

[chorus: orgnlbadguy]
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 n+ggas 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



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