Happy Town - Tank and the Bangas, Pell

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