Happy Song

Here's my happy pop song
Think I heard it once before
Think I wrote it in my sleep last night
Before I knew what it was written for
Here's my happy pop song
For my future kids to sing
Think I wrote it in my sleep last night
Got no purpose got no need
But it can make my old man smile
Make him tap his knee
Make my mama proud
Make my label for once be content with me
Make my old man smile
Make him dance around
Make my label shhhhhhh
Are you proud, are you proud, are you proud, are you proud now?
I'm a happy so and so
I've been living in a dream
Playing on the platform
At Church Avenue and Nobody
God bless you little India
'Cause you're always blessing me
You've been giving me a dollar
Even when you weren't listening
Listening, listening, listening
Listening, listening, listening
Even when you weren't listening
Listening, listening, listening
Listening, listening, listening
But it can make my old man smile
Make him tap his knee
For just a little while
Nothing's real, nothing's real, nothing's real, nothing's real, nothing's real
Make my mama laugh
Make her dance around
Make my label shhhhh
Are you proud, are you proud now?
Are you proud, are you proud, are you proud, are you proud?
'Cause here's my happy pop song
I think I wrote it in my sleep