This is a song about "I make you happy"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Now i can't feel happy by myself.

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Always make her happy so you know that you can't lose

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I actually was happy and glad

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

I know i won't be making you happy if you hear this/

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray