Happyness {DEPRESSION}

[Intro]
More than mortal man live on this earth
A pure soul trying to make lie orgasm on my nuts
I may now have the past of a lonely sinner but
Know I’m a future saint in the making of greatness
Trust what I’m saying, I’m not depressed I’m frustrated and that’s my first take
A surrealist living his dream within his own reality I must say
Lately, I haven’t been feeling fucking complacent but stubbornly stagnant
And way too irresponsibly idle, I must say this fish in a big pond is spitting out light bulbs & puzzles more intricate than the wizard of...

[Intro Hook]

Huh, I’m trying to get mines
Huh, I’m trying to get mines
Uh I’m trying to get mines (2x)

[Verse]
Tell me what the fuck y'all want from me?
You’re telling me these niggas had enough of me?
You’re telling me this plug had enough of who?
You’re telling me I can't even smile for free?
While I split my bill at the KFC, you’re telling these niggas got more buzz than me?
I’m tryna get bourgie like a black queen 5-star living luxury
When I get signed I'mma act a fool pop out in corner like I’m out the blue
Cop me some gold and link every crew that shitted on the kid and say fuck you
Pull up on corner I’m in your La Zona while sticking my head out like I am the joker
Get rich or die like we some organ donors, flow is too sick I’m handing pneumonia
Smell of success like I look for diplomas I reek of this shit can you smell the aroma
I reek of this shit baby I got the odor, one of kind I own my persona

[Hook]
Are you really happy on this earth?
Huh, I’m trying to get mines
Huh, I’m trying to get mines
Uh I’m trying to get mines (2x)

Are you really showing what you're worth
Huh, I’m trying to get mines
Huh, I’m trying to get mines
Uh I’m trying to get mines (2x)

[Verse 2]
I don't want pain and I don’t want rights
I don't want struggle and I don't want fights
I don't wrongs and I don't want love
I don't want family I’m close with and tight
I don't want kids and I don’t want fans
I don't fame and I don't want beef
I don't want twenty-two cribs or bitches
I can fuck with like each and every damn night
I don't want money I’m telling you buddy this industry shit and no joke and so funny
Three hundred spartans they making it bloody
Shoot for the moon be the man like i’m cudi
Writers go ghost who are you calling a duppy?
I‘ll wrestle my way and the kid won't get muddy
I don't want drugs and I don't want beauty
I don't want food I’ve been broke and hungry
I don’t want clothes and I don’t want cops
I don't want justice and I don't want race
I don't want people who discriminate
I don't want poverty and I don't want health
I don't want charity and I don't want help
I don't want death and I don't want life
I don't want evil and I don't want god!
So tell me what’s gonna make you smile

[Hook]