Happy (Cover)

Rickyphillips

MEMPHIS TRAP

Rickyphillips

trap, stoner rap, future bass

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[Chorus: Male Voice, confident and rhythmic]
Ever seen a hundred-fifty, points ran up?
Ever seen a player, start from nothing, get the stands up?
Tell me that don't make you happy.
Tell me that don't make you happy.
Oh, it don't?
That's the issue.
I know players who are running from issues.

[Verse 1: Male Voice, sharp and articulate]
I'm not into what these others into.
I knew that since I was a youngin' on the blacktop.
Wasn't gonna budge from the top of the key
If the big dogs tried to make the clock stop.
Got my respect, what you willing to fall for?
The same thing I’m willing to ball for.
Forget all your idols, I don't follow the blueprint.
Kicked in the door with my own two prints.
All of the nights that I spent in the gym,
It's too many to count 'em.
But what makes up for it is the sound when I mount 'em—
The top of the league, from the bottom I found 'em.

[Verse 2: Male Voice, a bit more melodic flow]
Most def, y'all see the plays.
Every little single thing I touch, they're amazed.
Clutch time on the line, like BZZZT BZZZT.
Been a threat since the shot clock was on the backboard screen.
I am up, lil' player, I don't need change.
Need the whole team eating, that's the whole range.
Imagine foes seeing me, flying high through the lane, man,
Sun off the rim, through the net, like a rain dance.
And they don't think "same team"?
Are you happy for me or not?
That's the only question I got.
It don't matter to me at the top.
Make a anthem for all of my opps.

[Verse 3: Male Voice, aggressive and intense]
And just thinking 'bout it, nah, that ain't gonna fix you.
All about that action, the motion, might miss you.
I'm into G.E.D.—Gettin' Every Dime, kid.
Money ain't the key, but being broke never rhymed with happy.
The pressure's a tax, see, so I'm maxin'
Out all my stats, see, it ain't rational.
I'm cashing out, walking in the City National.
That contract envelope makes the world more magical.
Like I can buy this, I can have that,
A hundred rings stacked up, like "how you match that?"
I can sense the jealousy, an empath, but I check their feels.
Don't awaken the Mamba inside, see why those bites don't heal.
You don't want to see a crossover, an accident,
That keeps your ankles turnin'.
I'm the Curry from yesterday, this the improved version.
Good on these socials, but better in person.

[Outro: Female Voice, soft and echoing over the fading beat]
A hundred and fifty...
From nothing to everything...
So, when you see them win...
Are you happy for them?
Or is that the issue?

(Beat fades to the single sound of a basketball swishing through a net)

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[Intro: Female Voice, soft and echoing] Have you ever seen it? When the lights are at their brightest... the pressure's on... When one player... starts with nothing... And changes the whole game? Listen... [Chorus: Male Voice, confident and rhythmic] Ever seen a hundred-fifty, points ran up? Ever seen a player, start from nothing, get the stands up? Tell me that don't make you happy. Tell me that don't make you happy. Oh, it don't? That's the issue. I know players who are running from issues. [Verse 1: Male Voice, sharp and articulate] I'm not into what these others into. I knew that since I was a youngin' on the blacktop. Wasn't gonna budge from the top of the key If the big dogs tried to make the clock stop. Got my respect, what you willing to fall for? The same thing I’m willing to ball for. Forget all your idols, I don't follow the blueprint. Kicked in the door with my own two prints. All of the nights that I spent in the gym, It's too many to count 'em. But what makes up for it is the sound when I mount 'em— The top of the league, from the bottom I found 'em. [Chorus: Male Voice, confident and rhythmic] Ever seen a hundred-fifty, points ran up? Ever seen a player, start from nothing, get the stands up? Tell me that don't make you happy. Tell me that don't make you happy. Oh, it don't? That's the issue. I know players who are running from issues. [Verse 2: Male Voice, a bit more melodic flow] Most def, y'all see the plays. Every little single thing I touch, they're amazed. Clutch time on the line, like BZZZT BZZZT. Been a threat since the shot clock was on the backboard screen. I am up, lil' player, I don't need change. Need the whole team eating, that's the whole range. Imagine foes seeing me, flying high through the lane, man, Sun off the rim, through the net, like a rain dance. And they don't think "same team"? Are you happy for me or not? That's the only question I got. It don't matter to me at the top. Make a anthem for all of my opps. [Chorus: Male Voice, confident and rhythmic] Ever seen a hundred-fifty, points ran up? Ever seen a player, start from nothing, get the stands up? Tell me that don't make you happy. Tell me that don't make you happy. Oh, it don't? That's the issue. I know players who are running from issues. [Verse 3: Male Voice, aggressive and intense] And just thinking 'bout it, nah, that ain't gonna fix you. All about that action, the motion, might miss you. I'm into G.E.D.—Gettin' Every Dime, kid. Money ain't the key, but being broke never rhymed with happy. The pressure's a tax, see, so I'm maxin' Out all my stats, see, it ain't rational. I'm cashing out, walking in the City National. That contract envelope makes the world more magical. Like I can buy this, I can have that, A hundred rings stacked up, like "how you match that?" I can sense the jealousy, an empath, but I check their feels. Don't awaken the Mamba inside, see why those bites don't heal. You don't want to see a crossover, an accident, That keeps your ankles turnin'. I'm the Curry from yesterday, this the improved version. Good on these socials, but better in person. [Outro: Female Voice, soft and echoing over the fading beat] A hundred and fifty... From nothing to everything... So, when you see them win... Are you happy for them? Or is that the issue? (Beat fades to the single sound of a basketball swishing through a net)

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