Super Happy - Dabbla

Name another rapper fucking with my forte

Dabbla getting more play, all you man are fruitier than sorbet

And more debatable than asexual orgasms

My debut album came with everything that yours hasn’t

More than happy to spoil it, smoking an oily

Banging homosexual women in a unisex toilet

What’s the point in this voice if I can’t record it?

Claim to be reporting the truth but it sounds distorted

No one’s hanging on long enough to absorb it

Cause basically the story you’re telling is smelling of bullshit

Macaulay Culkin buzzing, better hope he doesn’t

Ultimately revolting, let’s keep it cosy cousin

Look at the flows he bussing, he’s so exciting

There’s never been nothing like him at writing

But it’s all over nothing

All I need is some cans and a room to stand up in

Dash a couple dozen grams up in my fan oven

Your hands shoving the wrong man

So understand Dabbla don’t belong in a programme that’s a damn something

(Hook)

It’s that shit that makes me happy

Really happy, truly happy

It’s that shit that makes me happy

Proper happy, super happy

AKA rap’s last resort has collapsed and he can’t walk

Strapped to a large board on his back with a jarred jaw

Flashed to the last door, getting lashed on the dance floor

Looking fucked tucking into a bag full of bath salts

Peaked early at 3:30 you need surgery

Deep dirty and each journey is weach worthy

Got em staring like meerkats, tearing up the beer mats

Fist in the air, twisting the earwax

It’s all rinsable, rappers you ain’t invincible

You sound wack you’ve abandoned all of your principles

We ain’t cool anymore, you’ve become cringeable

You need to have a word with your fam and your gang of imbeciles

Stop fucking about with the unswindable or catch one in the mouth at the next

interval

Unthinkable, fate of the unsinkable

Wait til I bump into you, you know I will

(Hook)

Cause that’s that shit that makes me happy

Really happy, truly happy

That’s that shit makes me happy

Proper happy, super happy

That’s that shit makes me happy

Really happy, truly happy

That’s that shit makes me happy

Proper happy, super happy

Oh yeah, you better remember the name if you’re gonna enter the game

You can label it what you want but could never call it the same

My team are on production, the gang are forming a chain

Ladies grab your man’s balls for Hip Hop all in the name

If I have to drag myself through the mud or crawl in the rain (I will!)

Forget these other people that keep on stalling the train (For real!)

Maybe their conflicting opinions sort of to blame

Maybe drugs ain’t the way I should deal with all of the pain (ill!)

Life is crazy as fuck and we’re all in it

If just for a small minute, we rush for that cool finish

False spirit, you’re torn and it’s all image

We’re born with a false limit, the status report digit

Balls deep in this plot and it’s all spinny

We’re rotting and talk silly on top of a small city

Then bop with a short shimmy

It’s froth and it’s all swilly

And hotter than pork chilli

Now walk with me!

(Hook)

Cause that’s that shit that makes me happy

Really happy, truly happy

That’s that shit makes me happy

Proper happy, super happy

That’s that shit makes me happy

Really happy, truly happy

That’s that shit makes me happy

Really happy, truly happy