Lyrics Blessings - Allday, T3

Blessings

I’ll let you know when I’m heading home
This last year, feel like getting grown
Plus a few things I’ve already known
And my Mum act like I’ve already blown
Someone from her work knew me or some shit, I don’t know
And she’s so proud when I get dough
I’ma pay her house right off, like don’t even cry, stop
Now take a couple nights off
I saw some things I’d love to mention but I digress
That statute of limitations gon' kick in before I write it
Yo, am I soft?
Only in your girl, homie
I stay myself 'cause I know y’all smell phony a mile off
But I, I feel myself so hard it’s hard to ignore
Know you’re still in vogue with me
All this nostalgia’s just the winter
I know you’re gonna love the picture
Staying’s often half the jigsaw
Sweetest pussy make me drink more
But sorry, I don’t want to go home
Half in love and all the way proud
And all the way proud, girl
Owe you better now, owe you better now, I owe you better
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
I only make up 'cause you’re worth it
I don’t know where we learnt it
You say you’re innocent, I haven’t heard the verdict
The memory of her is murdered, don’t forget it, I’m learning
Ask me why we started diverging
I’m tryna be the one to buy everything, I’d fucking die for this
Am I hurting you while taking over?
About to have a crazy moment, Grandad’s RSL nights on the mic
Call you all names for the price of a pint
Banned from the place trying to fight for the right
But time ran out, time does that, you know, you know
Yeah, I guess, I guess I got one chance, don’t fuck up
Count on me like I’m ticking
Audemars don’t bother us, I’ve got a phone
I’m thinking of Porches, two doors, foursomes, six-strings
We ate hearty, your ten body, twelve texts from you
My blessings, girl
Half in love and all the way proud, girl
Are you better now?
Are you better now?
I owe you better
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
Sending blessings, but sorry, I don’t wanna go home
You see I think about you all the time at the wrong time
When it’s grind time, it’s love line, see the guidelines
You could flatline when you ain’t got nine lives
Coming from the blindside back to the Bapes
And the rat race, got a fortnight backspace?
When the trap fake not a tad too late, the keys to the valet
This a short stay, not a vacay
I’ve got a plane to catch, no strings attached, with no stress
Can I do a little more, little less when I get off the tour?
Bought up the store, making you the best dressed
‘Bout to kill this rap game, all I need is a fraction
Activated by your actions when you act like this fame
That I’m trying to gain in that closed up grasp
And see we can meet up sometimes
You can get a beat up sometimes
Girl, you the leader of the line, no chick can come close
To what we both of us know is so hard to define
Can I sip Jack with the tail back?
When I hop on the stage, when they say 3 killed that
Can you feel that?
Well, baby, maybe we can make it
We just take it where we take it and we chill just until that
It’s all blessings
I guess this year was getting better, same time as the Ferris wheel
Started working same time too, though they said it never will
Told my boy one day, I’ma be on wax
Underground classic, dreams of a hood rat
Then when Al came through with the contract
Work tried to call me, but I never called back
Didn’t really smoke, maybe some contact
Maybe some codeine, it’s hard to just stop that
I did get a little Donna Karen, I did do a whole lot of rapping
Took it to the country with Charlie
Sorry if I missed your call or I didn’t get your email back
I’ve been trying to pop retail tags, you know how it is
But it’s still you, it’s you, it’s you
But it is still you, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you