| See, you’ll always be a part of me
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| I’ll be good for you, wait and see…
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| My mama told me Thomas you should keep fighting
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| The words that I heard is you should keep writing
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| Blank stare out the window, watching a plastic bag go exactly as the wind blow
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| Steady is the tempo, these people think it’s simple waking up every morning
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| trying to figure out where time go
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| My thoughts ain’t clear, how am I wind up here?
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| Now I’m drinking a beer, it’s 10 o’clock in the a.m. me and my body swaying to
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| the mayhem
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| People like it ain’t him, staring at me like they looking at an evil twin
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| Half grin the only thing that I could muster, knowing at that exact moment my
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| life was really flustered
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| My house flooded, career studded, me and my baby got our backs to the wall like
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| it ain’t nothing
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| Actually I’m breaking down though, my life’s soundtrack the beautiful sounds of
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| a piano
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| Played by a two year old, banging on the keys
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| Every night I’m on my knees asking God mercy please help me out
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| I know he hear my please without a doubt (ha)
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| Now it’s time for me to get out, keep pushing
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| No cushion, hungrier than ever, I’m willing to grind forever
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| Fuck whether I’m the postman
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| The end of the night propose a toast fam
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| Trying to fake it til you make it, you dont understand
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| I was never happy, but if you’re here with me then we could sing a song
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| How ill would that be? |
| If we could celebrate forever til we’re gone
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| What lies around me, is everything I need so let the candles go
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| (uh huh) happy birthday ya’ll, happy birthday ya’ll
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| Parked the car I burned out out of second gear
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| Every year, I’m talking bout it’s my year
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| On that 12th now, working on the 5th year
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| Trying to navigate the world, but its rocky here
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| No Adrians, No Apollo Creeds
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| I flipping soil for my future seeds
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| I’m tired of flipping soil and I don’t own the deeds
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| If a snakes in your yard better cut the weeds
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| Preoccupied with want;s, can’t afford your needs
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| And the teacher told me I wouldn’t succeed (haha)
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| Can you hear me now? |
| Margie’s middle child making mama really proud
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| You can finally smile, tomorrow means a brighter day
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| Happy birthday ya’ll, wipe your tears away
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| Happy birthday ya’ll, Happy birthday-birthday, yeah (3x) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Happy Birthday, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song Fat Boy Fresh Vol. 3: Happy Birthday, Thomas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп