T3 - Blessings lyrics

I'll let you know (Sending all my blessings to you baby) [Verse 1: Allday] 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 sh** 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 p**y 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) [Verse 2: Allday] 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 f**ing 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 f** 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 [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) [Verse 3: T3] 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 k** 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 (?) k**ed 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 [Verse 4: Allday] 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 cla**ic, 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