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
       Chorus:
       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
       Chorus
       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 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 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
       Chorus to fade