MOOSE - Happy Endings lyrics
rate meYou talking ‘bout dreams, man, we already living it
It’s a love/ hate thing but we already living it
Man, it’s all the same thing, we already living it
We living in the future ‘cause we already living it
You talking ‘bout dreams, man, we already living it
It’s a love/hate thing but we already living it
It’s an everyday thing, we already living it
We living in the future ‘cause we already living it
See, all of this shit is just part a percentage
We just part of something bigger that’s beyond of what we witnessing
Gotta go hard to spark your car, rev your engine in
Or you could stall with zero dollars just to fill the bitch
Gotta eat, pay the rent, pay the water bill
I don’t got a lot, I just got a wad of scrill
I don’t blow my guap, copping bro, I gots to chill
‘Cause I ain’t wake up in Bugatti’s nor I got a mil
Don’t got a model chick, but bet my bitch, she down as hell
And when I’m ‘bout it, man, she down to let me cop a feel
Forget a molly, plan B if she pop a pill
‘Cause in the morning I be ghost like I’m Copperfield
Ain’t it about a bitch, grown men acting like a bottom bitch
I throw a two and three up, they biting our shit
Nobody paying no attention to you novices
I see that shit clear, I ain’t been to an optometrist
I be versatile with it
Every game, I’m a triple double night with it
Fake ass Wayfarers got my eyes tinted
But bet they fucking realer than you biting ass bitches
I ain’t tripping, imitation is flattery
The battery empower me to be performing savagely
To ravage these laughable, silly young punks
Looking so daft to me, looking like trash indeed
Looking like casualties
It’s 2NAIC3 love and peace to the family
The only ones who believed in drafting me
The F for franchise, only way it has to be
I ain’t tryna blow up, I don’t wanna rap
I’m a navy seal pulling to Abbottabad
Tryna find my target, I’m finna pop his ass
Send the whole game packing in body bag
Talking ‘bout dreams, man, we already living it
It’s a love/hate thing but we already living it
It’s an everyday thing, we already living it
We living in the future ‘cause we already living it
See, everybody die, no one makes it out alive
No one survives to see an ending they will like
So I’m chilling out tonight, fuck waiting for the aftermath
Shit, I’m just happy that I’m living alright
Just a microphone fiend, steady gripping this mic
Think it’s a pipe, somebody need to give me the light
Shit, ain’t no happy ending, we just paying our tithe
Borrow time, then we give it back the end of the night
I’m Bob Dylan like when they test my civil right
Blowing in the wind, high as a motherfucking kite
Light pineapple express
My focus needed focused, so don’t mind me if I stress
Born in the third world country
With all my fellow people still third world hungry
I’m tryna get this first world money
The only thing they can’t take from me
Is I’m smart enough to work hard enough knowing ain’t nothing given to me
Hear the rumble in my stomach, hunger in my voice
Every underdog ain’t never had a choice
So regardless how great, with my back against a wall
I break that bitch down and watch they whole dynasty fall
Shit, I mastered my universe and binary stars
What the hell you thought I ain’t tryna ball?
I’mma get it regardless, hit ‘em with the hardest
Finna find my target and finish what I started
Chilling in the kitchen, I be fixing up plates
Cooking buffets so the whole fam stuffing their face
We hungry from hustling 25/8
So we grab it like it’s the last the supper every day, motherfucker
