It's All Good 
-Will Smith-Jeff Townes-C. Haggins-B. Edwards-N. Rodgers-
Performed by 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 cumbaya.
Now I Boomshaka-laka-laka!
Boo-ah-ah!
Got a good life, no strife, real nice.
An I'm a papa,  my son Trey, ha-ha!
'N' when I'm on tour he be mad I'm gone,
but then he smilin' comes 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!

Chorus

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 'n' all!
Times I been fed up, still didn't let up.
'Stead of 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 ceilin' (The sky!)
You say I smile 'cause I'm on top of the pile,
but yo, the c.r.e.a.m.* 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.
Hustle 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.

Chorus

They say the clothes don't make the man.
Take my hand, watch me freak this.
Hot mommy's tryin to 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 Mardi Gras.
But nah, my clothes by Versace.
Attitude cocky, 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 Manila
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 ooooooooooooh!

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