Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
They say misery loves company I say if you don't like my music don't pump me
You can't take my joy away
I see you analyzing every word I say
In the end you can't hate me
I keep it positive a message for everybody so the kids can live In a world with so much pain So many people killing for their self gain
I'm just trying to live and express my heart
Everybody's not talkin about sex and body parts
I refuse to become another weapon of Babylon
In the back of my mind I know where I come from
So don't become complacent with self glorified metaphors and inaccurate computation Yeah I choose to be happy
My hair is nappy
Sometimes I get snappy
Ask your pappy
I'm not ashamed it's not a game Realness is the claim motivation from me
I know you've become accustomed to the industry Mainstream has become so lame
Crooked media is to blame
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Yeah it was tight when you could turn on the radio and hear real songs
Lyrics about love coming up and how to stay strong
Music about being happy
Of course after the man got a hold of it
It got crappy
Straight shot to the brain
I hope my deliveries on point so you can listen to what I'm saying
Straight slap in the face
Went from african americans to the black race
Today mainstream radio is a trap just a bunch of mumble rap
I'm so high got my bag on my side
My pants hang to my thighs Pop these pills so I won't cry My girl butt is wide
Look at her and die
While we bopping our heads look another brother dead
I guess Life goes on
Look another brother in prison ain't coming home
My son is only twelve why is he singing these songs
There's no time to waste no delaying
Stop playing
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
The game has changed
No more knowledge on the struggle and pain
A pandemic of ignorance self centered boasting fame
I'm tired of seeing my people fall for the same thing
Staying high to avoid the pain Someone please explain
Why we not preparing the next generation to avoid the same pitfalls we fell for
In this wicked corporation
Yeah they need to know about going to prison or should I say back to the plantation
Filling the pockets of the wicked why they locked up incarceration
Genocide of the great nation
We need our real kings and queens no imitation
I'm going to rock it on out to jazz
This four minute song went by to fast
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Naga Juna - Choose to Be Happy Lyrics
Naga Juna - Choose to Be Happy Lyrics
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English
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
They say misery loves company I say if you don't like my music don't pump me
You can't take my joy away
I see you analyzing every word I say
In the end you can't hate me
I keep it positive a message for everybody so the kids can live In a world with so much pain So many people killing for their self gain
I'm just trying to live and express my heart
Everybody's not talkin about sex and body parts
I refuse to become another weapon of Babylon
In the back of my mind I know where I come from
So don't become complacent with self glorified metaphors and inaccurate computation Yeah I choose to be happy
My hair is nappy
Sometimes I get snappy
Ask your pappy
I'm not ashamed it's not a game Realness is the claim motivation from me
I know you've become accustomed to the industry Mainstream has become so lame
Crooked media is to blame
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Yeah it was tight when you could turn on the radio and hear real songs
Lyrics about love coming up and how to stay strong
Music about being happy
Of course after the man got a hold of it
It got crappy
Straight shot to the brain
I hope my deliveries on point so you can listen to what I'm saying
Straight slap in the face
Went from african americans to the black race
Today mainstream radio is a trap just a bunch of mumble rap
I'm so high got my bag on my side
My pants hang to my thighs Pop these pills so I won't cry My girl butt is wide
Look at her and die
While we bopping our heads look another brother dead
I guess Life goes on
Look another brother in prison ain't coming home
My son is only twelve why is he singing these songs
There's no time to waste no delaying
Stop playing
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
The game has changed
No more knowledge on the struggle and pain
A pandemic of ignorance self centered boasting fame
I'm tired of seeing my people fall for the same thing
Staying high to avoid the pain Someone please explain
Why we not preparing the next generation to avoid the same pitfalls we fell for
In this wicked corporation
Yeah they need to know about going to prison or should I say back to the plantation
Filling the pockets of the wicked why they locked up incarceration
Genocide of the great nation
We need our real kings and queens no imitation
I'm going to rock it on out to jazz
This four minute song went by to fast
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
They say misery loves company I say if you don't like my music don't pump me
You can't take my joy away
I see you analyzing every word I say
In the end you can't hate me
I keep it positive a message for everybody so the kids can live In a world with so much pain So many people killing for their self gain
I'm just trying to live and express my heart
Everybody's not talkin about sex and body parts
I refuse to become another weapon of Babylon
In the back of my mind I know where I come from
So don't become complacent with self glorified metaphors and inaccurate computation Yeah I choose to be happy
My hair is nappy
Sometimes I get snappy
Ask your pappy
I'm not ashamed it's not a game Realness is the claim motivation from me
I know you've become accustomed to the industry Mainstream has become so lame
Crooked media is to blame
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Yeah it was tight when you could turn on the radio and hear real songs
Lyrics about love coming up and how to stay strong
Music about being happy
Of course after the man got a hold of it
It got crappy
Straight shot to the brain
I hope my deliveries on point so you can listen to what I'm saying
Straight slap in the face
Went from african americans to the black race
Today mainstream radio is a trap just a bunch of mumble rap
I'm so high got my bag on my side
My pants hang to my thighs Pop these pills so I won't cry My girl butt is wide
Look at her and die
While we bopping our heads look another brother dead
I guess Life goes on
Look another brother in prison ain't coming home
My son is only twelve why is he singing these songs
There's no time to waste no delaying
Stop playing
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
The game has changed
No more knowledge on the struggle and pain
A pandemic of ignorance self centered boasting fame
I'm tired of seeing my people fall for the same thing
Staying high to avoid the pain Someone please explain
Why we not preparing the next generation to avoid the same pitfalls we fell for
In this wicked corporation
Yeah they need to know about going to prison or should I say back to the plantation
Filling the pockets of the wicked why they locked up incarceration
Genocide of the great nation
We need our real kings and queens no imitation
I'm going to rock it on out to jazz
This four minute song went by to fast
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Don't make me sad
I really want to be happy
I choose to be happy
Writer: Michael Baker
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid