[Intro: Robb Banks & Corinne Bailey Rae]
I think I might be happy
I like that sound
That mean shit is finna start
I don't want to give you up
I don't want to give you up
I don't want to give you up
I don't want to hod you up
Happy
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Sure, sure, sure, sure
Aye, sure

[Verse]
My sex game better than my text game
Shoot the same way, got the same plays
I seen a new jersey like the Nets playing
And I nut in her don't say a thang
I'ma slide off, board the next plane
Her man probably gonna raise her
He be tryna look like me anyway
I done took some time off, why?
N***as got they lies off
Them interviews, they was so cute
See you say my name, your views get a boost
N***a, bird's eye, get a better view
Count every bullet that we send at you
Even Adam was looking upset with you
You gonna get him shot, n***a, tell the truth
I'm high as Nasir off the foil , cup full of soil
Suck my dick, get a reward
I went Hashirama with your daughter
Grow into a problem, sue, I'll put the wood in your lawyer
N***a, I sleep all summer
Know I'm gonna, stunt all month
Know I'll, appear just once
Just to remind you who's number one
I, don't give a fuck
Really don't give a fuck
Seen too much
Drink lean too much
I wish Hope could forgive me
Gain her trust
Cause she, had a bad friend that I really wanted to fuck
Goddamn