How many roses, gardens or stars?
How much bright, how much material?
Just to show you how beautiful you are
What could really makes you feel beautiful enough?

(Yeah) people around you says you’re a man of luck
You gotta a fam, a black girl who brought you a son
Your smile smells cake, eyes feels like cafe
And lot girls on block says you look like drake

You got things that a lot don’t
You got love and a lot don’t
You got vision they hold on them hopes
(Shit, they hold on them hopes)

All you wanted was a humble house with garage outside
But life gave you a house, garage and a nice car
It also gave pool, a beautiful face
Gave you a tool a genius brain
Tell me, how can you be happy with all this
Man, a million is missing
Take a picture in Paris, travel to Dubai
That’s right and then will you be happy?

Tell me, how can you be so thankless
If you think happiness is to get everything
You wrong, cause happiness is know how to thank anything

How many roses, gardens or stars?
How much bright, how much material?
Just to show you how beautiful you are
What could really makes you feel beautiful enough?

Look at you, how you beautiful outside
Brown skin, green colour in your eyes
The most beautiful shapes, most beautiful curves
A great choice for clothes and meals ya hands does

But you stare in the mirror selfish and thankless
Look at ya self upset and angry
Taking to ya head a hundred million lessons
Makin’ to ya head a hundred million questions

Why am I smaller, why I’m not smarter?
Why are you fat, why you not taller?
Why are you slim, why you fuckin shorter?
(Shit) how many why's?

If you think happiness is to get everything
You wrong, cause happiness is know how to thank anything

How many roses, gardens or stars?
How much bright, how much material?
Just to show you how beautiful you are
What could really makes you feel beautiful enough?