Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Blessed, artist - Bryson Tiller. Date of issue: 25.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stay Blessed |
| Listen up |
| Oh, baby |
| Note to self |
| Stay true to self (True, true, true, true) |
| Shorty, I could use the help (True, true, true, true) |
| And you know what to do to help |
| Going in circles, trying not to lose myself |
| No, check up |
| How can I check up? |
| (Yeah) |
| Tell you I messed up (Oh, yeah) |
| We could go somewhere nice, get pretty and get dressed up (Oh, yeah) |
| I always said I should keep you fed and not fed up |
| Always said if I ain’t happy give you heads up |
| I would rather give you back down, long stroke, legs up |
| Known for giving you the best love |
| No, I wouldn’t give you nothing less, nothing less, love |
| Used to look at me and tell me «Don't stress, love» |
| That’s why I need you whenever I’m stressed, love |
| Cut me off, tell me «Stay blessed», love |
| Hey, stay blessed |
| Changes |
| Right now I’m going through changes |
| We upgraded to a crib that’s spacious |
| But this house is not a home without you, baby |
| Ain’t shed a tear, you just left on me |
| Chuck the deuce, told me, «Stay blessed», told me |
| In due time, I’ll regret |
| Especially when I remember you was reppin' when they slept on me (Hey) |
| It’s been too long |
| I gotta know |
| What must I do to |
| Get me back right beside you? |
| Oh |
| Whenever you decide to |
| Alright |
| Say it’s what I get for lying to you |
| I can talk to you whenever |
| Say whatever, yeah |
| You was my best friend |
| It’s what I get for lying to you |
| Used to look at me and tell me «Don't stress love» |
| That’s why I need you when I’m stressed, love |
| Cut me off, tell me «Stay blessed», love |
| Hey, stay blessed |
| Roll up the carpets |
| Close up the curtains |
| Guess the show is over, I still love you, that’s for certain |
| Self righteous but I’m dead wrong, that’s for certain |
| If you’re tryna make me crazy, baby, it’s working, hey |
| Baby, it’s working |
| Dealing with clown niggas, know your life a circus |
| I’m still around, I bet he called you when he heard this |
| He’s scared you might take me back, I got him nervous |
| Tell him, baby, should he be nervous? |
| And not because I buy you those expensive purses |
| But because the love you got for me is permanent |
| He threw me up under the bus, he say I’m undeserving |
| Don’t give him no encouragement |
| I had to soak in some things, I needed nourishment |
| Look at me now, see a nigga really flourishing |
| I wouldn’t trade my old life for my current one |
| Hey, no I wouldn’t trade it |
| A 'Ventador for a Huracan |
| Why trade a good woman for a' immature one? |
| Or a gold digger for an entrepreneur |
| What I’m saying, momma, you the one |
| Ain’t no second time, I fooled you once |
| Be true to you, that’s something I don’t do enough |
| Cut me off, shawty, I thought you was bluffing |
| Got me blowing up your line, what’s up with you? |
| What’s Up? |
| Note to self |
| Stay true to self |
| Shorty, I could use the help |
| And you know what to do to help |
| Going in circles, trying not to lose myself, no |