Blessings Testo

I’ll let you know
(Sending all my blessings to you baby)

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
Imma 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 on your girl homie
I stay myself ‘cos I know y’all smell phony a mile off
But I, I feel myself so hard it’s hard to eat
And I know you’re still in vogue with me
All this nostalgia’s just doing, I know you (?)
(?)sweet as pussy make me drink more
But sorry I don’t want to go home
[Hook: Allday]
(?)
Are you better now?
Are you better now?
Oh are you better?

Sending Blessings
But sorry I don’t wanna go home
(x4)
I only make up ‘cos 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 murder, don’t forget it
I’m learning
Ask me why we started divergent
I’m trying to be the one to buy everything
I'd fucking die for this
Am I hurting you while taking over?
‘Bout to have a crazy moment
(?)
Call your names for the price of a pint
Banned from the place trying to fight for the right
(?) you know
You know
I guess, I guess I got one chance to fuck up
Count on me like I’m ticking
All the miles don’t bother us, I’ve got a phone
I’m thinking of Porches, two doors, foursomes, six strings
(?), your (tan/ten?) body
Twelve texts from you
My blessings
Girl

(?)
Are you better now?
Are you better now?
Oh are you better?

Sending Blessings
But sorry I don’t wanna go home
(x4)

You see I think about you all the time at the wrong time
When its grind time (?)
See the guidelines
You could flat line 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
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 know is so hard to define
Can I sip Jack with the tail back?
When I hop on the stage, when they say (?) 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
So 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 Imma 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 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