Happiness x Tell Me

Part 1: Happiness






Hard times, had to grind too

I see happiness when I find you

I see happiness when I find you

Now you're here in the clouds, looking for the sky too

Hard times, had to grind too

I find happiness when I find you

I find happiness when I find

Hard times, I






Can you stay? Will you tell me 'bout it?

Tell me all about it

Bae, tell me 'bout it

Tell me 'bout it






It, it was like clear as day, I remember it was like, oh, remember I was at school. And I just, uh, just waitin' for my ride, you know. It never came, so I end up walkin' home. Remember it was just pourin' rain the whole time I was walkin', you know. Somethin' 'bout the sentiment in the air, I just felt it was a bad day, you know. So I get to the house, you know. All of a sudden, I see my sister, she just, she just crying, just bawlin', in tears, you know. She just runs past me, so I asked her, "Yo, what's wrong?" She just slammed the door, she don't say nothin', you know. So, so my father then, you know, he call me in the kitchen. He sit, he sit me down on the counter and he tell me, uh, "You know, I took your mother into the hospital," you know. He tried talkin' in a stern voice, "I took your mother to the hospital this morning and uh, by this afternoon, the doctor had pronounced her dead," you know. So we sat there, we uh, you know, we cried in the kitchen and outside I watch him tell all my other siblings the news, you know. And I seen this, this, this grey cloud just kinda, just kinda hover over us for a lil bit, you know. So when I'm, when I'm thinkin' 'bout my mother, Luella Peterson, you know, I, I call it, uh, true happiness






All about it

Tell me all about it

All about

I see happiness when I found

Hard times, made us strong






Hard times, had to grind too

I see happiness when I find you

I see happiness when I find you

Now you're here in the clouds, looking for the sky too

Hard times, had to grind too

I find happiness when I find you

I find happiness when I find

Hard times, I






Hear you say, will you tell me 'bout it?

Tell me all about it

Will you tell me 'bout it?

Tell me 'bout it



Part 2: Tell Me






Tell me how you feel about me

Just tell me how you feel about me

Tell me how you feel about me

Tell me how you feel about me

Just tell me how you feel about me

Tell me how you feel about me

I know with some people round me

They all in they feelings 'bout me

They all in they feelings 'bout me

Can you give me like one more second?

Yeah, yeah, uh

Tell me how you feel about me, tell me, tell me

Yeah, tell me how you feel about me, tell me, tell me

Ay, tell me how you feel about me, tell me, tell me

Yeah, just tell me how you feel about me

Yeah, just tell me that you hate the way I sample shit

Just tell me that you hate the way I handle shit

Yeah, just tell me that you hate the way I hop all on your favorite artist songs and make it sound like all my platinum shit

Tell me how you feel about me, yeah

Tell me how you feel about me

Uh, just tell me how you feel about a nigga knowing everything is real about me

Yeah, tell me, tell me

Tell me that I, bit the style of artists that done been around me

Ain't influence every artist that done been around me

Tell me that I'm sounding like Drake or Weeknd or PARTY or any artists from the city 'round me

Just tell me how you feel about me

Even if that's how you feel about me

You can keep it real about me

Just tell me what you tell me when you tell it to me

And keep it real as fuck whenever you tell it to me

Just tell me how you feel about me

Tell me, tell me, shawty, tell me, tell me

Yeah, and I won't feel no way about it

I won't feel no way about it

Look, tell me that I sound dated, tell me

I ain't your favorite, tell me

Just tell me that I always use the same 808 and

Tell me that I never do, produced a break and tell me

You don't think I got what it takes to be the greatest, tell me

Paved the way, but tell me

How you hate it, uh

Just tell me how I started, tell me how I made it

Tell me why this nigga saying that they made me

Tryna take more credit than my mom and I'm her fucking baby

Just tell me how you hate the way I made my last decisions

Tell me how you hate the way I make these brash decisions

Tell me how I'm never home to sweep or do the dishes

Tell me that I never made the time to do the dinners

Missed the holidays, anniversaries, and Christmas

Tell me that you hate the way I always gotta get it

Tell me that you hate the way I hop up out that Wraith

And act like I'm the shit

Tell me how you feel about me

Uh, tell me how you feel about me

I know niggas moving different round me

Tell me how you feel about me

I know niggas round me prolly holding feelings 'bout me

Tell me how you feel