C
Anxiety dances across my pillow case
           F
My god it dances—it’s like, 1, 2 step
                     C
It’s asking stupid questions

Like, "Are you living right?"
            F
Such stupid questions

'Cause I'm just trying to—

[Pre-Hook]
              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries
          Am            G          C
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky

[Hook]
       C
Insert something really dope right here

I’m supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)

Want to be happy (Yeah)
                 C
I’m supposed to write a f’ing hook right here

Money and bitches blah blah yeah yeah
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)

Want to be happy (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
                     C
I've been working my ass off

That’s why Christina left me
                F
Been working my ass off
                                       C
On this project, but I guess that it’s okay
                                             F
My family never liked you, I guess that it’s okay

Now I’m just, I’m just—

[Pre-Hook]
              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries
          Am            G          C
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky

[Hook]
       C
Insert something really dope right here

I’m supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)

Want to be happy (Yeah)
                 C
I’m supposed to write a f’ing hook right here

Money and bitches blah blah yeah yeah
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)

Want to be happy (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
N.C.
Listen boo boo, bear with me (yeah)
N.C.
Smarter than your average
N.C.
Raised around Brooklyn based Italian
N.C.
There’s so much soul up in my Johnson
N.C.
I don’t need a rapper on it
N.C.
Because the urbans in my testes
N.C.
But I come in pop packaging (Yikes)
C
Bunch of pricks talk shit, we call that cactusing

We don’t want no fight club don’t want no Brad Pitt’in
F
Braymance like this shit just when I'm ad-libbin'

Fronting on my Sean Penn what movie are you actin in?
Am                        G
Seventh grade I said "I’m bout to leave the masses then"
C                  F
My ex-girlfriend's sister said “you babbling”
Am                  G                    C
Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking

[Otro]
              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries
          Am           N.C.
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
N.C.
You’re gonna be okay kid, you’re gonna be okay