Unreleased archive entry

Happy Life

Juice WRLD

Happy Life lyrics

Intro That nigga dont stop working he on tour And he in the what the stu what (Bang hahaha) (808 Mafia)   Chorus Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec   Verse 1 Im stuntin off these Percocets theres lean in my soul Treat thе Ecstasy like wheels I pop two then I roll He aint rich for rеal flex I bet he will we all know he broke This bitch at my show in the front row with my dick in her throat Uh get stepped on off of the glass feel like LeBron I smack her ass thats with my palm Then I throw Ben Franklins Thats your mans talking trash use him as demonstration Yeah yeah line em up hit em with the firearm Hahaha its like Im finna slit my wrist sike Aint a sad kid but I got sad money huh right (Okay) Im a sad kid with some sad money right Prolly got sad from living the fast life (Bang haha) Chorus Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec   Verse 2 Uh bitch Im Barry Bonds Yeah Im up to bat homie (Yeah) Beat yo ass like a white police do a black homie (Yeah) Got white people money also got a allwhite mansion (Yeah yeah) Hockey rocky wrist avalanchin (Uh) Dior every pair I got enough to share yeah These Chanels aint just rare these Chanels rare rare Vroom vroom vroom KTM through BelAir air Boom boom room bad bitches in my lairair New crib on the way feng shui on point Backwoods five grams or ten gram joints Gun in my hands trigrams sixtyfour shot boy My Draco a thot (Bang) giving top on every block boy (Haha)   Chorus Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec