Healing Lyrics by Tion Wayne is latest English song with music also given by Crumz, GA. Healing song lyrics are written by Tion Wayne.
Healing Song Detail
| Song Name: | Healing |
| Singer: | Tion Wayne |
| Composer: | Crumz, GA |
| Lyrics by: | Tion Wayne |
| Music Label: | Warner Music UK Limited, Atlantic Records UK, GDS Records Limited |
Healing Lyrics
Grrt, woo
Mm-mm
Oi
Oi, oi-oi-oi
If you don’t hear, must feel it (Mm-mm)
All that time I spent on roads, I’m healing
I was in a ding-dong scheming (Woo)
Why they wanna take my freedom?
F**k yourself, go suck yourself (Bah)
I said it, I mean it
Hear what? (Hear what?)
Before the TikTok sh*t
Had to flip the script ‘cah rap didn’t give man riches
T Wayne, I don’t f**k with snitches (Grrt)
From Rambo blades in kitchens (Woo)
Nearly cried at my first six figures
Funny how I came in the dance laughing
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Now I send them home with stitches
It’s funny how things change (Things change)
Thousand pounds on slippers (Slippers)
Twenty pads on my shooter (Shooter)
Fifteen bags on my Mrs. (Eh-hah)
I made a millions on the lifestyle
Didn’t know I came up with killers (Grrt)
Nino got my back, that’s bro
Got my back like Vidić (Ayy)
Four .44’s long, auto semis
Ran through more than a military
Now I really donate guns in Eddy
What’s that? Big smoke like Skeppy (Mm-mm)
Full clip, this’ll be my OG, you a loser (Woo, ayy)
New whip (Grrt)
Big Wesson on my shooter (Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
If you don’t hear, must feel it
Boaw, boaw, boaw
All that time I spent on roads, I’m healing
I was in a ding-dong scheming (Woo)
Why they wanna take my freedom?
F**k yourself, go suck yourself (Bah)
I said it, I mean it
Look at my truck, I spent a lot (Brr)
I bought a watch, but with the Glock
He saw an opp and didn’t touch (Mm-mm)
He mus’a bad, get off the block
Even my mum called me prodigal yute (Woo)
Even the opps know I don’t need groups
You really thought, opp boy, it was abroad
Boaw, boaw
You know I love Tropical Juice
If they outside, they can get locked off
What’s what? Bruck opp, see them at bus stop
What’s good? Swizzy ain’t chatting, just shop shot
Gunshot, have your boy spinning like nunchucks
What? What? Hundred milli’ soon, watch, watch (Brrt)
Soon home, mad, everybody like (Bop-bop)
But the wap ain’t nothing like Bluetooth (Blrrt), my connection nonstop
Pretty gyal love fi get naughty
Hundred thou’, we’re saucy (Mm-mm)
They way I make a milli’, it’s sweet (Sweet)
And now everybody want call me
Rude boy since school, Ashanti
That’s why I always been banned from Carni
Spent a quarter M to whole Edmonton (Ayy)
But Edmonton don’t deserve me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
If you don’t hear, must feel it
Boaw, boaw, boaw
All that time I spent on roads, I’m healing
I was in a ding-dong scheming (Woo)
Why they wanna take my freedom?
F**k yourself, go suck yourself (Bah)
I said it, I mean it