Happy Home (Alivio Remix)
Mama called about the paper,
turns out they wrote about me.
Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me.
So many people,
should have seen what we got going on.
I only wanna put my heart
and my life in songs.
Writing about the pain i felt with my daddy gone.
About the emptiness I felt when I sat alone.
About the happiness i feel when I sing it loud.
He should have heard the noise, we made with the happy crowd.
Did my grandaddy know, he taught me what a poem was?
How you can use a sentence, or just a simple pause.
What will I say when my kids ask my who my daddy was?
I thought about it for a while, and I'm at a loss.
Knowing that I'm gonna live my hole life without him.
I found out a lot of things i never knew about him.
All I know is that I'll never really be alone,
'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home.
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
Magazines are writing stuff, but I don't ever read them.
Some of the folks I used to know would see and start believing,
that I would pass them by on streets and never reach to greet them.
I still remember folks even though I rarely meet them.
Don't you know I miss the times, when we used to hang?
Before twenty deep depended on a single man.
Before a single heart was broken by a single blow.
Before all our careers depended on a single show.
I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home.
Now I got a lot of cash, and I'm on a road.
I realize privacy's becoming difficult.
It's all right now, but what about when I'm old?
I know my good friends, now they'll last.
The same ones that stood by me when my daddy passed.
All I know is that we'll never really be alone,
'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home.
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home, home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
. . .
turns out they wrote about me.
Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me.
So many people,
should have seen what we got going on.
I only wanna put my heart
and my life in songs.
Writing about the pain i felt with my daddy gone.
About the emptiness I felt when I sat alone.
About the happiness i feel when I sing it loud.
He should have heard the noise, we made with the happy crowd.
Did my grandaddy know, he taught me what a poem was?
How you can use a sentence, or just a simple pause.
What will I say when my kids ask my who my daddy was?
I thought about it for a while, and I'm at a loss.
Knowing that I'm gonna live my hole life without him.
I found out a lot of things i never knew about him.
All I know is that I'll never really be alone,
'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home.
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
Magazines are writing stuff, but I don't ever read them.
Some of the folks I used to know would see and start believing,
that I would pass them by on streets and never reach to greet them.
I still remember folks even though I rarely meet them.
Don't you know I miss the times, when we used to hang?
Before twenty deep depended on a single man.
Before a single heart was broken by a single blow.
Before all our careers depended on a single show.
I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home.
Now I got a lot of cash, and I'm on a road.
I realize privacy's becoming difficult.
It's all right now, but what about when I'm old?
I know my good friends, now they'll last.
The same ones that stood by me when my daddy passed.
All I know is that we'll never really be alone,
'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home.
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home, home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, happy home)
(Home, home)
(Happy home, happy home, 'cause we got a lot of love and a happy home)
. . .
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Steven Brown, Rasmus Hedegard, Lukas Forchhammer, Christian Worsoe, Stefan Forrest, David James Labrel, Morten Ristorp Jensen, Morten Pilegaard Jespersen
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