Lyrics Happy Town - Tank and the Bangas, Pell

Happy Town

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