DOESN'T HAPPEN LIKE THIS 💚 COUNTRY LUNATIC #countryrap

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The inquiry prompts reflection on fairy tales, especially the notion of "happily ever after." It raises a critical question: Can someone who has faced relentless adversity truly expect genuine joy? Is it possible for individuals steeped in despair to find moments of happiness before their life's end?

This contemplation is not just philosophical; it resonates with the speaker's emotional journey in the lyrics. They reveal a life filled with pain yet punctuated by unexpected joy. The contrast between a troubled past and a present filled with love leads to questions about the nature of happiness. The speaker, despite having a loving partner, grapples with disbelief: do they truly deserve this happiness, or is it a fleeting illusion?

The lyrics delve into themes of vulnerability and skepticism, portraying a heart scarred by loss yet confronted with a love that is both redemptive and daunting. The speaker’s partner embodies both salvation and fear, raising the question of whether happiness can coexist with past trauma. The refrain, “It don’t happen like this—nah, not to me!” encapsulates the speaker's lifelong doubts. Their deep love stands in stark contrast to their troubled history, casting doubt on the validity of their joy.

Ultimately, the exploration reveals a profound narrative: reconciling lived experiences with the possibility of happiness. It questions whether joy is an attainable state for those wrestling with their past. Can a battered soul reclaim their narrative and rewrite their story of sorrow into one of fulfillment? Even amid disillusionment, can joy ignite and inspire one to embrace love's mysteries?

This inquiry highlights the complexities of human existence, the potential for transformation, and the hope that a fairy tale ending might still be within reach, even during life's darkest moments.


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lyrics -
It don't happen like this...
Not to me.
Ain’t no man gets all this—
Not without some twisted catch in the fine print...

Had a lifetime of loss, slept cold in my pain,
Woke up to rain, now it's money in the bank,
Got a queen in my bed, knows every damn kink,
Never told her a word, but she still in sync.

She say my name like a prayer and a threat,
Kissin’ my scars like she don’t got regrets,
She whisper my dreams ‘fore I speak ‘em out loud,
Now I’m wonderin’ how the fuck this playin’ out now.

Used to count pills, now I count checks,
Used to get ghosted, now she breakin’ necks
If another chick stares too long at my chest—
I ain't used to love... I’m used to stress.

She cook what I crave, say what I think,
She bring up my fetishes while pourin' a drink,
She my sin, my savior, my storm, my crown—
And I still feel like the devil lurkin' round…

It don’t happen like this—hell nah, it don’t!
Not for a broke-down thug with a heart full of ghosts.
You the baddest bitch I’ve ever seen with my eyes,
And I don’t trust nothin' that feels this right.
You gave me heaven, now I’m starin’ at hell—
Are you God or a demon in a bombshell shell?
You gave me the world—so what’s comin’ next?
You gon’ pull the rug soon as I build that nest.

Now I’m up at night, wide-eyed in my bed,
You kiss my chest, I’m thinkin’ "Am I dead?"
Am I in the dirt dreamin' ‘bout a life I ain’t live?
A fantasy gift that the Reaper don’t give?

'Cause it don’t make sense, this don’t add up,
She suck out my pain and fill up my cup.
She ride me like war, like love in a cage,
And she moan out my name like she readin’ my page.

Got cash in my pocket, and her in my sheets,
She fuck like a goddess and pray at my feet.
She don’t ask questions, she just know the truth—
And I ain’t never had no proof… til you.

She wear my hoodie, singin’ outlaw tunes,
She lick my wounds when I howl at the moon.
I swear this love’s too good to be free—
So who the fuck paid the price for me?

It don’t happen like this—nah, not to me!
I been cursed since birth, ain't no fairytale G.
Now I got money, a queen, and peace—
And that’s exactly why I don’t trust this feast.
You gave me heaven, now I’m watchin’ the clouds,
Waitin’ for lightning to tear it all down.
You gave me love... the kind that burns slow—
So tell me the twist, what’s the next blow?

I’m not the type that wins…
I’m the type that buries what he loves...
So why the fuck do I feel so full?
Why do you look at me like I'm enough?

I ain’t sayin’ I don’t want it—hell, I do...
I just don’t believe it’s true.
'Cause it don’t happen like this…
Not for a man like me.
Not without a price.

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