Songtext Ble$$ings Vic Mensa

Ble$$ings

We made it through
We made it through
We made it through, oh-oh
We made it through, oh-oh
Bongo By The Way

I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can breathe for the first time
I could've died so many times
I left my sins at the church house
Blessings on blessings all on me, me
Blessings on blessings on me, me
I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can breathe for the first time
I could've died so many times
I left my sins at the church hous?
Blessings on blessings all on me, m?
Blessings on blessings on me, me

I woke up early my born day
Oh, what a blessin' to pass twenty-seven
When you from the 'Raq when your class was in session
And niggas catch bullets like pass, interception
I saw the depression in 4K
Watchin' my story play out in Chicago
Stressin', my eyes low, should be in Norway
I had no tour dates, then only court dates
I'm on my second gun case, stackin' lawyer fees that I was stressing to pay
It's like keepin' my peace was disturbin' my peace, actin' ludicrous, drivin' my blessings away
Meditations on if XXXTentacion had ever made it to an age
Old enough to right his wrongs and turn the page
Thankful life's been long enough to learn the way
I give all the praise to God, I heard 'em say
"The devil's a lie, the devil's a lie"
I used to write lyrics predictin' I'd die
Alhamdulillah, I'm one with my God
My number is prime, we never divide
Providin' my blessings to use, for the world, R.I.P. Juice
For every legend under twenty-seven, I'm forever flexin' 'til I'm seventy-two

I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can breathe for the first time
I could've died so many times
I left my sins at the church house
Blessings on blessings all on me, me
Blessings on blessings on me, me

We made it through
We made it through
We made it through, oh-oh
We made it through, oh-oh

Ayy
Here go that king talk (Talk)
Watch how a king walk (Walk)
All over the track like I'm Jack on the Beanstalk
These giants ain't seen nothin'
Often, I find myself givin' thanks, ayy-ayy
A masterpiece God dipped in paint, ayy-ayy
If you hold your breath 'til I lose, uh-huh
I promise you'll pass out and faint
Don't hit your head, bitch, you fed
Up off the ledge, off a bridge with no net
Hop off the jet, in my future vision, I would call collect
In my past when my dad was locked in the feds, but now
Still on Earth, but I see Heaven, uh
Sinning and talk to the reverend, uh
Word to my gang on the seven, uh
Thank God for these blessings
Super Good

We made it through
We made it through
We made it through, oh-oh
We made it through, oh-oh-oh