(hook 2x)
I think about happy days
I think about happy nights
I think about you girl always by my side
I make the best out of a bad situation
And take my mind on a needed mental vacation

(verse 1/'Lil Kyrie)
I make the best out of a bad situation
I take my mind on a mental vacation
Who thought I was gonna need an education
Now I'm here stuck in sanitation
Back then I thought I was gonna blow up
Now I'm in here cleaning up this throw up
Every time it was time I showed up
Imma tell you about the kid hold up
The kid is a misfit, he goes ballistic
He's so artistic but people think he autistic
His words are explicit but so specific
The fame he's tryna get it and he has no limit
So he writes these rhymes thinking he's good
But he's just another black boy from the hood
People call him weird but he's just misunderstood
No one ever thought he could
Become a rapper cause they said he's bad
His rhymes are whack and his flow is trash
All he tryna do is make a little cash
And not become a baller like Steve Nash
He's not tryna sell drugs and do the dash
He's tryna go to college and be on the right path
But times getting harder and days are getting worse
He thought rap was a gift but its more like a curse
Cause a lot of young rappers are ending up in a hearse
So he got to be careful with every single verse
Before he gets shot and is gonna need a nurse
I wanna ask you a question, do you think he's good
Even though he's just another n***a from the hood
Quit rap do you think he should
Be on double xl do you think he could
Or be at the trap rolling up backwoods
(hook 2x)
I think about happy days
I think about happy nights
I think about you girl always by my side
I make the best out of a bad situation
And take my mind on a needed mental vacation

(verse 2/Eduardo)

Didn’t know the past would make so many differences

Well, I guess it was just one of those special instances

I remember seeing ads on the TV

Telling all the youth the great things we could be

Didn’t tell us bout the obstacles

Made us think we could be an astronaut just by playing with Bionicles

Now I lay in bed

Wonder what went wrong

I composed all of those thoughts into a single song
Maybe one day I’ll be on TV

Sayin momma are you proud of me?

Nobody cares for creativity

What is a world with no identity?

(hook 2x)
I think about happy days
I think about happy nights
I think about you girl always by my side
I make the best out of a bad situation
And take my mind on a needed mental vacation