Happy To Be Here - Skeez & mike.

Ayo Webway, tell 'em Blanco sent you GMGATM it's the unit We ain't even 'posed to be here Woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah I'm just happy to be here, woah Got the sauce, a nigga drippin' I'm just happy to be here (gang) I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Pretty face, big butt Oh I'm happy that she here (yeah) Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Could be dead, or in jail, doin' Like twenty-five years (gang) I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Always shining, shit is lit Niggas mad that we here (woah) From the bottom but I'm up now (I'm up) Everybody wanna say what's up now (what's up) Chicks that said they'd never let me Hit it wanna let me fuck now (woah) Old crib had roaches in it (ew) Motivating me to go and get it Back then I was so embarrassed I didn't even wanna bring the hoes up in it (I didn't) I ain't grow up with a silver spoon In the projects around goons I was young watching gangsta movies Wasn't really into watching cartoons (Scarface) Father figure never had that Used to wonder where my dad at (where he at) I was always upset as a kid Maybe thats what I was mad at (damn) Dub that, where the bag at Attitude fuck bein' broke (fuck that) I was sellin' that same shit that the nigga Bobby Brown used to smoke (Bobby) Last night I made the block hot, saw an opp and I got him shot (bang bang) I'ma fuck his lil chick too, like the Migos said She a thot thot (haha) Head shots when I squeeze that Caught cases and beat that Got away with a lot of shit I'm lucky I ain't where Big Meech at (Free Meech) Went from ashy to classy I'm a skinny Biggie if you ask me I was in the passenger seat but I didn't Get shot when niggas tried to clap me (woah) I'm just happy to be here I'm just happy to be here Got the sauce, a nigga drippin' I'm just happy to be here (gang) I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Pretty face, big butt Oh I'm happy that she here (yeah) Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Could be dead, or in jail, doin' Like twenty-five years (gang) I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Always shining, shit is lit Niggas mad that we here Thieves they be lurking (bang) They tryna end me (word) Ain't talkin' money, then me no comprende, hold up Right on my side is the semi, hold up Play on the block like Dikembe, ball out Stashing the work in the chimney Talk about money you know I got plenty (yeah) Smoking loud my oxygen Moving weight call it out the gym (yeah) Killers ask if the opp with him Got the lawn and the drop with him Sour smokin' that's the sticky (yeah) Shooters back up like he Ricky (boom) Stash the dirty in the sofa (whip it) Hop out the back with a chauffeur (skrt) I'm on it screw the law (yeah) Early mornin' out here movin' raw If it ain't 'bout the fam then who'd you do it for If you ain't tryna kill why'd you shoot it for If you do the crime gotta do the time (yeah) Bullets in his chest, went through his spine (boom) From the bottom all we do is climb See what's on my neck all I do is shine (bling) Cookin' work like it chemistry (whip it) Blunts sour, cups Hennessy (yeah) Nah I don't smoke I'm on papers (haha) Ha me smokin' like a chimney Niggas not who they pretend to be (yeah) Fake niggas ain't no friend of me Fuck with the gang thats a penalty Family dyin' like the Kennedys Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah I'm just happy to be here, woah Got the sauce, a nigga drippin' I'm just happy to be here (gang) I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Pretty face, big butt, oh I'm happy that she here Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Could be dead, or in jail Doin' like twenty-five years (gang) I'm just happy to be here, woah Oh I'm just happy to be here, woah Always shining, shit is lit, niggas mad that we here

I ain't slept alone in a week Got a bad lil' mama I don't know in my sheets, yeah, yeah, yeah Put on a robe, poured a drink Put a bar in the crib So the party come to me, yeah (You ready?) I don't need a can in my hand Need my toes in the sand And a bitch that need a man, yeah yeah Turns out they all want the will And I got a lot to give And you know I love to give, yeah, yeah I spent half my life Living it out of a suitcase So, if you ain't moving right I'll move to a new place I ain't moved in a couple years But I'm in a new place So, how the fuck you think I'm out here caring about what you think? Day and night I prefer to see the sunny side In my eyes You can tell I'm somewhere else And I'm in my zone Not right now chief Yeah I'm in my zone Now you calling and nobody's home I told you that loyalty means everything to me Looking in the mirror Starting to like who I see When I look at you I don't know who I believe Is it you, is it me? Is it all the memories? Yeah I told you that loyalty means everything to me Looking in the mirror Starting to like who I see When I see your face It don't match the memories Yeah, nostalgia's been lying to me I'm so cold you can see my breath Mean no disrespect I've been on a fucking bender Bartending at the crib All my bros trying to grow with me Every single step I've got hoes feel like everywhere Feel like everywhere I've got a girl that's on TV And don't know how to act I've got a girl from Texas Tech That don't even listen to rap I got a bitch that lives with Dan Building a brand for some sex I ain't blaming her for that I ain't judging her for that, yeah Come inside It's what I say when you do come around Unannounced I could give your ass the runaround But I don't Had to tell you shit you had to know Now you know That that's just how I roll, oh yeah I told you that loyalty means everything to me Looking in the mirror Starting to like who I see When I see your face It don't match the memories Yeah, nostalgia's been lying to me

But I'm thinkin' to myself that "Weaponry" is wack and corny Halfway through it starts to bore me Kind of a knock off of Leonard Cohen's style Noelle on my mind, we ain't spoken in a while Jessie J offers me a J I ain't smoked one in a while I say okay, I took it and smile But now I'm just sad and high I thank her for the session and we say goodbye Pack up my laptop and my hard drives My microphone compressor and my guitar I'm Meetin' bear at Joe's Falafel No Soho house there's no Falafel Too many agents, too many managers People sayin' words just to fill up all the calendars That's why I moved from L.A. To gеt away from all the bad ideas peoplе tell me Like You should take it easy Baby, you should take it easy So I'm in an uber black 'cause I wanna impress Mr. blackbear I know will be very well-dressed And if we take a photo then I wanna look dope, uh I need all the hoes DMing Mike Posner My ego's hard to tame My fame remains the best card to play Text from blackbear, "Where are you?" Well, I'm not that far away But the 101's slammed, so it's hard to say How long before I pull up so I pull up The poem on my iPhone I was workin' on earlier today And try to make some headway To whom it may concern (that's a good opening) Right before the sky gets too tired to Hold up the stars (that's a nice line) Right before virtual reality becomes realer Than real reality (that's really shitty writing) Right before we smoke ourselves out and the oceans turn black And by the time I finish it up, I've arrived Noelle's on my mind, maybe I should try To call her up, let down my defense Nah, I need to just listen to my friends When they tell me You should take it easy Baby, you should take it easy So I walk in twenty minutes late Bear's waitin' with a little funny look upon his face And he says "You look like a cancer patient" I remember I'm bald, now he's testin' my patience He reads my face and sees I don't think it's funny "What's up with you, man, sad with all that money? You ride around in open limousines lookin' like Jimmy Dean Feelin' clean, rag and bone, you got the winnin' genes" I hear what he's sayin' but it's not effective I can't see things from his perspective "You know, I know what you need Look at me, don't text Some brand new pussy will get your mind off your ex" Thank you, dr. blackbear for breakin' me down But my L.A. girls all hate me now 'Cause I moved to Detroit I don't reply to texts So I doubt that they're gonna retry the sex "Doesn't matter, here's what we're gonna do You gotta big mansion that you're stayin' in, true" (true) "You throw a big party, I'll invite models And you know Diddy, free Ciroc bottles!" But I hate L.A. parties "It'll feel like Cabo You need this, dog, you're lookin' high low" He's right, I need it, he's not lyin' But what about the house, man, it's not mine You should take it easy (This gonna be fun in fact, it's gonna be better than fun) Baby, you should take it easy (this is gonna be amazing) (You hear me, amazing) But the cleaner fee, who's gonna pay that shit? "Did you really just say that, dude, you're rich! Live a little, I'm not sayin' buy Ferarris All I'm sayin' is let's have a party"