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True Happiness Video (MV)




Performed By: C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic
Language: English
Written by: FREDERICK RHODES, SAMUEL ALLEN
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C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic - True Happiness Lyrics




(Hook)
Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Kushed up, words slurred
Hold my breath, while I slide n swerve
Cough it out, while I skate the city
Gettin' dough, so what's cake wit bitches
Bustin' Phillies, Dutch's too
Mary Jane, I'm in love witchu
If you ever left me girl
I wouldn't know what to do

Now it's slow motion, magic potion
Smokin' potent, we 3rd coastin'
Taxing on that runway, my nigga gettin that dumb cake

Of course a nigga gone eat it too,
F*ck else, You, expect me to do
Menaje twa wit twins, let's jus call that pussy Dejavu
Caint f*ck wit me, I'm too cold
Valet park wit two hoes

Eatin' dinner, dats steak and lobster
Good job, no baby mama
Good catch, but I'm hard keep
Good dick put yo bitch to sleep
Whole thang a that syrup, mixed wit honey sippin' that bumble bee

(Hook)
Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

(Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Ok I'm laid back, double cup, styrofoam in my old school
These niggas think that they the shit, when they new bitch been old news
Been grinding out since 02, back then this shit was my side gig
Niggas talkin' like they fly, when they couldn't pull my side bitch

Now that Mean fault, cause he raised a nigga
Grady baby, Decatur nigga, wanna hear a lie, then find a hoe, who say that she played a nigga
Moment of silence for the truth nigga, another moment of silence for this booth nigga

Cause I kilt this bitch on my last tape, still ain't slept since last may
Cnd if music's my drugs, then ccid Rap was like Cocaine
I'm right there wit Curt Cobain, at the the edge of greatness and INScNE
True Happiness, for me, only come in one Frame
When My

(Hook)
Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill
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English

(Hook)
Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Kushed up, words slurred
Hold my breath, while I slide n swerve
Cough it out, while I skate the city
Gettin' dough, so what's cake wit bitches
Bustin' Phillies, Dutch's too
Mary Jane, I'm in love witchu
If you ever left me girl
I wouldn't know what to do

Now it's slow motion, magic potion
Smokin' potent, we 3rd coastin'
Taxing on that runway, my nigga gettin that dumb cake

Of course a nigga gone eat it too,
F*ck else, You, expect me to do
Menaje twa wit twins, let's jus call that pussy Dejavu
Caint f*ck wit me, I'm too cold
Valet park wit two hoes

Eatin' dinner, dats steak and lobster
Good job, no baby mama
Good catch, but I'm hard keep
Good dick put yo bitch to sleep
Whole thang a that syrup, mixed wit honey sippin' that bumble bee

(Hook)
Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

(Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
Ok I'm laid back, double cup, styrofoam in my old school
These niggas think that they the shit, when they new bitch been old news
Been grinding out since 02, back then this shit was my side gig
Niggas talkin' like they fly, when they couldn't pull my side bitch

Now that Mean fault, cause he raised a nigga
Grady baby, Decatur nigga, wanna hear a lie, then find a hoe, who say that she played a nigga
Moment of silence for the truth nigga, another moment of silence for this booth nigga

Cause I kilt this bitch on my last tape, still ain't slept since last may
Cnd if music's my drugs, then ccid Rap was like Cocaine
I'm right there wit Curt Cobain, at the the edge of greatness and INScNE
True Happiness, for me, only come in one Frame
When My

(Hook)
Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill

Music all the way turnt up
Blunts all the way burnt up
Haters talking that shit but
That don't really concern us

Throwed off while I grip the wheel
Hoes want to know how it feel
I tell her lay back, just relax
Sip this drank and then pop this pill
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Writer: FREDERICK RHODES, SAMUEL ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave


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