Think Happy Thoughts and Keep Your Hoes in Check

Lyrics

[Part I: Think Happy Thoughts] [Intro] (Think happy thoughts) (Think happy thoughts) (Think happy thoughts) (Think happy thoughts) [Verse 1] The shrink asked what I see in this ink splatter ("What do you see in this ink splatter?") Thinking, how do blotches of ink matter  With all the fluoride and lead inside of my sink water? Infecting the way that I think and leaving my dreams altered Who ordered this melancholy and somber? ("Who ordered this melancholy and somber?") Recordings of melancholy, I'm on the Brink of yelling, I figure I'll tell somebody Pardon, the clouds after brainstorming is hella cloudy I know there's a shell around me I figured you'd never find me I figured I'll tell you somebody close to me told me I should [Hook] (Think happy thoughts) My momma said I should (Think happy thoughts) And the Dalai Lama said I should (Think happy thoughts) When that bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind Hoe-ass bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind [Verse 2] Yo, who ordered this melancholy and somber? ("Who ordered this melancholy and somber?") Drama, my momma told me think happy thoughts and don't tell nobody (Shh!) Deep secrets, so breathe deep, and keep secrets Loose lips blow chances at goodbye kisses of Kansas As tears from the "Song Cry" dries, quenching the matches That set heart to flame and lit wicks for candlelit vigil Now Thanksgiving so different – you vanished, Granny, I miss you I wish you were here here (Chill [?] like the real [?]) [Bridge] A random cool, cool breeze whistling in the still air Whispering "Shhh... it's okay" But it ain't okay, no, it ain't okay Sometimes, when your face come across my mind I try to.... [Hook] (Think happy thoughts) My momma said I should (Think happy thoughts) And the Dalai Lama said I should (Think happy thoughts) When that bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind Punk-ass bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind When that bullshit just cross your mind, sometimes it cross your mind Punk-ass bullshit... (Think happy thoughts...) [Skit] Fellowship (Woo!) In the morning (Yes sir! Yes lord!) 'Round 12 o'clock (Yes sir! Thank you! Praise him!) Afternoon (Yes sir! Praise him!) At night (Every day! Praise him! Praise him!) (Fellow-ship) Aye, King! Yo, King, wake up man! [Part II: Keep Your Hoes in Check] [Verse 1] Told my, told my homie Raf to keep his hoes in check And keep old gold electric soul on deck We ten toes down and two souls deep Shoutout to Cold Chief, that nigga nice, don't sleep Shoutout to E&J, drink VSOP My homies on, my homie ask to keep they hoes in check And keep some cold D.S, on both ya decks - yep! Humble til' I mumble thunder under my breath And even as a youngin' was a son of a TEC It's funny how a burner raise so much of my stress That's not how I function from sun up to set But I be high 'til this S.S.I. government checks I be lying face up, let the sun hit my flesh What a wonderful day, to be under the rays Roll a blunt and flash the other when I come to the stage When I come to the stage, all the suckers wither down Allergic to the sound of a bunch of "hurray"s "Bravo, bravo, roses, bouquet" I like my liquor neat, now you can hold the O'Shea's "That's Ice Cube's-" Geek! Man, get the fuck out my way! I had to bitch slap a Kathy, I gave Hoda some game, like "Yo Hoda... You need to keep your hoes in check My nigga India Soul keep her hoes in cheek My homie Feefee know to keep her hoes in check My nigga Quelle Life keep his hoes in check My Jesus Beast O keep his hoes in check And Joe the Teacher know to keep his hoes in check How 'bout we get mad English, get this dough upset? Hol' up [Skit 2] Do you procrastinate? (I'm just so tired) Well, are you overweight? (Oh) Are you losing hair (Ah!) Is it over stress? (These bills!) Does your road to success have a cul-de-sac? Well... you need to keep your hoes in check [Outro] Fuck you mean I can't put head on the rider? I told J. Kim to put Winona on the Ryder Fuck you mean I can't put head on the rider? Rent don't care about a fucking blog write-up So I'ma have to call you back, I'm all tied up I'm fucking with this still we can all get bread I'm talking mad English, get this dough upset You need to get your hoes in check (check... check...)