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• Artiste: Tank and the Bangas
• Titre: Happy Town
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Today is brought to you (Move, move) Stop, stop (You stop) By the number one (Uh-huh) And the flavor red (No, it's not the flavor red) Yes, it is (No it’s not, today's flavor is green) Roll out, roll out, chill out Take your weave out, weave out, relax Take your lash off, bra off, you a goon You's a bright star Roll out, roll out, chill out Take your weave out, weave out, relax Take your lash off, bra off, you a goon You’s a bright star Now I can see it like a little town The people laugh and blow their cares away like green clouds My heart so full, my eyes all sore, this must be home now Home to me, must be a sight for sore eyes Don't know whether my mind's blown Fire and status, I'm glad to get the blues out I get up real highly on my side and let my mind go And now I'm absent in the presence, let my mind roll (Your minds rolling now, it's rolling) Roll out, roll out, chill out Take your weave out, weave out, relax Take your lash off, bra off, you a goon You's a bright star Roll out, roll out, chill out Take your weave out, weave out, relax Take your lash off, bra off, you a goon You's a bright star (Oh my God) Oh my God, was that a red balloon? Was that a blue balloon? Did I go up too soon? Is that a daydream holding on by a string? Don’t let go of your daydream, dreaming Welcome to a place that I don’t believe in City sidewalks, riding bikes and chiefing Feeding wild ducks while the squads be fleeking Take a 'Gram pic ’cause they don't believe it When I freeze face Hella strong, boy, your soul's with a grown place Twenty up, so up on a Tuesday Or was it a Monday? Most days I can't recall (They playin’ too much) Since I can't recall, I'll leave you with this song (Leave you with this song) Roll out, roll out, got drive Fuck a blowout, encore Watch a brother just show out Y'all brothers more worried what the hoes 'bout 'Cause your game too dry I could sky dive, couldn't kill my high Bitch, I been had wings, couldn't kill my fly Just did mad pretty, can't kill my vibe Who be smokin'? I don't know him when I catch him outside Shout out to the shorty with the standards too high Smoking dope to get attention, claiming it's her first time Stutter when she toking like I did my first rhyme Hope you're happy as I am when I wrote my first line I'm ridin' with Tank so you know there's no limits Young Pell a chemist Sauce on picante, I might as well drip it Then get back to business Massaging my thoughts 'til I spit out the endings Look at me different when they can't envision The life that I'm living way different Smoking that cafe, that caffeine a killer That chronic familiar, come smoke with familia Need gas like comets Now a brother tweakin' like the po-po coming But this a happy town so I won't say nothin' I'ma laugh it off while I roll me something Track keep bumping I been talking, I been talking, smell the roses in the air, more field Niggas chalking, locking off that chalk but there is no call for You can get so hot that you ride past the claw and come chlorine Bitch Roll out (Roll out, roll out, roll out) Roll out, roll out Roll out You's a bright star Roll out