Tinashe feat. Christian Blue - Woke Up Blessed paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Woke Up Blessed - Tinashe , Christian Blue



Hey, this is for my tribe
This is for the gang who ain't never switch sides
This is for my enemies that didn't want the smoke
This is for the labels tried to put me in a hole
This is for you talking all that shit, I ain't forget
This is for the bitches tryna throw down on my rep
This is for the Twitter fingers on the internet
Not gonna complain, I just rolled up, hold up
Woke up blessed, smoking on the truth, that's my inner mix
Breaking out the roof, then I'm breaking all the rules
Doors swang open, now they see me coming through, yeah
I need motivation, I need money in my pool, yeah
Put a hundred on me, now you see what hundreds do
Rooftop elevated in my mind, yeah
Since I've never taken in my shine, yet
Number one or number two, they press rewind, oh
This year taught me many things, still
Let it flow and see what it brings
Be right here living in the moment
And I'm learning, I'm still growing
No regrets, I decided
Need respect, don't even try it
Left it all on the table, but I'm grateful for it
Sticks, stones can't hurt me no more
Can't hurt me no more, not me (Can't hurt me)
These times been feeling so hard
But they're only getting better, baby (I'm praying)
These dreams can't fit in no box
Can't sit on no shelf dusty (Dusty)
Made my mind according to me, yeah
Just how I like (Ah, ah, ah, ah-oh)
That's right (Ah, ah, ah, ah-oh)
I deserve it (Ah, ah, ah-oh-oh)
I'ma live my best life (Ah, ah, ah-oh-oh)
Sh-shout out to promoters giving bottles to my hoes (Ay)
This is for the fans, got my songs on your phone
This is for a hater, always checking how I'm movin'
This is for the mood board, throwing on the blueprint
This is for my niggas getting money, that's my type
This is for my city getting litty every night
This for a wannabe, hoping that I'm gon' quit
Bitches can't compete with me, I be on my own shit
I been acting up, going crazy
Bout to flex on all who played me
Grew up Hollywood, but it raised me
All that fake shit ain't gon' phase me
This dead weight been so heavy
Ain't been feeling like myself lately
So I chose to make me right, I'm gon' be fine
Sticks, stones can't hurt me no more
Can't hurt me no more, not me (Can't hurt me)
These times been feeling so hard
But they're only getting better, baby (I'm praying)
These dreams can't fit in no box
Can't sit on no shelf dusty (Dusty)
Made my mind according to me, yeah
Just how I like (Ah, ah, ah, ah-oh)
That's right (Ah, ah, ah, ah-oh)
I deserve it (Ah, ah, ah-oh-oh)
I'ma live my best life (Ah, ah, ah-oh-oh)
Just how I like (Ah, ah, ah, ah-oh)
That's right (Ah, ah, ah, ah-oh)
I deserve it (Ah, ah, ah-oh-oh)
I'ma live my best life (Ah, ah, ah-oh-oh)



Writer(s): Tinashe Kachingwe, Christian Waite


Tinashe feat. Christian Blue - 333 (Deluxe)
Album 333 (Deluxe)
date de sortie
03-03-2022



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