Happiness Over Everything (H.O.E.)

Album: Chilombo (2020)
Charted: 65
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  • These red roses damn near turn to ashes
    If I keep it real, you won't understand it
    These dirty blogs got your mind damaged
    I'll walk a million miles to see you happy

    I hope she don't think, that I think
    That she's some kind of hoe
    (Some kind of hoe)
    'Cause I don't care
    That just lets me know that
    She knows what she wants, yeah
    But baby, I won't judge (no, no, no, no)
    Freak, freak, freak, freak
    But now I'm sure that (freak, freak, freak, freak)
    She knows what she wants, yeah

    I ain't gonna hold you, baby, I like what I see
    That print in them sweat pants got me weak off in my knees
    I been thinking 'bout you since we met at No I.D.'s
    If you're free tonight I think that you should come see me
    (Ohh, ohh)
    Don't be scared of my aggression
    (Ohh, ohh)
    Just don't get the wrong impression

    I hope she don't think, that I think
    That she's some kind of hoe
    (Some kind of hoe)
    'Cause I don't care
    That just lets me know that
    She knows what she wants, yeah
    Baby, I won't judge (no, no, no, no)
    Freak, freak, freak, freak
    Now I'm sure that (freak, freak, freak, freak)
    She knows what she wants, yeah (you like the way I wink at you?)

    I can't never have a hater bone inside my body (nope)
    I just like it better when my girl do her Pilates (see?)
    I wanna dress you up and have you fresher than a stylist
    Think about any drama when your body traumatizing (think about it)
    You so caught up in the hype
    You could have easily been my wife
    I see the way your friends look, they already thinking I'm shiesty (they jealous)
    They misunderstood me when they say I'm Jesus Christ (Future)
    I just want you to worship me, I like what I like
    I'll feed you to the wolves if you don't talk to me nice
    They gon' try to crucify me
    They think we worship 'luminati (gang)
    I take my heart and I go hide it

    After all I just hope he don't think that I'm some kind of hoe, some kind of hoe
    I don't know, he just makes me feel like he knows what he wants, yeah (freak, freak, freak, freak)
    Baby, I won't judge, ohh, ooh, oh, whoa (freak, freak, freak, freak)
    Now I'm sure that he knows what he wants, yeah

    Yeah, I choose happiness over everything
    Over anything and it's everything
    Yeah, happiness over everything
    Over anything and it's everything to me Writer/s: Andre Benjamin, Brian Warfield, Jhene Chilombo, Mac Robinson, Miguel Pimentel, Nayvadius Wilburn
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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