Verse 1: Will Smith

It's all good, pop the bubbly, life is lovely

All sun no rain
No strain, can't complain
Pass Hell pain, but no Coumbaya

Now I Boomshaka-laka-laka Boo-ah-ah
I got the good life, no strife, real nice
An I'm a papa my son Trey haha

An when I'm on tour, he be mad I'm gone
But then he smile an come runnin screamin "daddy's home"
Then he hold me, slightly tightly

Mom, your wish came true-I got one just like me
My life be so good, so good
Ka-chicka-chicka Ka-chicka-chicka-good

Things come to those who wait
But too late my life's to great to wait
I wanna, celebrate good times, c'mon


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Livin lovin, lovin livin, it's all good
I'm lovin livin, it's all good


Livin lovin, lovin livin, it's all good
I'm lovin livin, it's all good


Livin lovin, lovin livin, it's all good
I'm lovin livin, it's all good


Livin lovin, lovin livin, it's all good
I'm lovin livin, it's all good


Verse 2: Will Smith

I wake up every morning in the canopy bed

Slip a kiss to the Miss, you the man she says
Mirror, mirror, need I call?
You know, uno, bad breath an all

Times I been fed up, still didn't let up
'Stead a doin dirt, did work and kept my head up
Set up

For the future, much love to my girl
North Pole got my butt cold (sittin on top of the world)
An I'm feelin (so high)

Touch the ceiling (the sky)
You say I smile cause I'm on top of the pie
But yo, the cream can only finance the smile for a little

while
My grin got longevity, got family backin me
That's why I'm livin happily

Ever after, love and laughter
Hussle cause I wants to, not cause I have to
Ask yourself, who made the polar caps melt?

FP, the phenomenon, true Don Juan, Jon Blaze
The Fonz ain't seen my Happy Days
The track plays, I'm in the shades, singin a phrase


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Verse 3: Will Smith

They say the clothes don't make the man

Take my hand
Watch me freak this
Ah-mommy's tryin ta creep this

Tryin to entice me to let it off
But nah, (why not?) c'mon baby, you saw Set It Off
Proposition by trio, in Rio

Menage Trois, down at the Marde Gras
But nah, my clothes by Versace
My attitude @@#!y, the sym- it's Imanyaki

Like a felon, no tellin what I do next
I don't front cause I'm paid, but I do flex
Southwestern, crib like a villa

Vacation on a mountain in Manilla
Rhyme spilla, real thrilla
An it's real clear
Y'all talkin East and West, I'm talkin hemispheres
My papa raised no fool

So many zeros on my check it's like, oooooooooooohh

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