Blessings Lyrics by Young T & Bugsey (feat. Chronixx)
Yeah, posing for pictures on the carpet with Gucci tuxedos
Funny how my life changed, they called me a zero
Taking hella vodka shots, she sipping on pinot
Fast-forward Stardawg still killing my people
Fendi or Louis, it’s really tomato tomata
Portugal for 3 weeks, I’m taking the shottas
African prince, I’m flying with peregrine wings
Writing a cheque, I sign it with feather and ink
Clutching the ****, I’m praying it never will sing
Bought me a yard, I met her, I gave her an inch
Only God can judge me, or maybe Allah
On my good and worst days I reason wid Jah
I and I and Rastafari hold a reasoning
Jah tell mi “Son, this is your season”
Never let them drain this energy
The mess they’re gonna be receiving
I’m gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all
Oh, Jah blessing is forever
Gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all
Oh, Jah blessing is forever
If two man a fight, it’s a eye for a eye, yo
Ya mek your bed take a lie now
Them would a dead ya fi a nice clothes
Them have we rap up in a physical
Ghetto yout nuh mek you criminal
Think we a idiot and we nuh no political
Them want fi run out aboriginal (Ah, yo)
Nah mek them try a ting and bring ya down
Fendi laces, Lord, he does me favours
Double the patience with this colour we came in
Margela, my chick, 90 R’n’B’s her favourite
His image I came in, **** what they tell you later
We gon’ push in the shove and it’s still love
Brother, I’m still a monk, you is amongst
I got a daughter, I’m ready, I need a son
I buried my brother young, you’ll never know when it comes
I reason it with my mum and those before I come
Alakazam, I park a ‘Rari on my land
My latest nephew was born with one hand
You dribble with what you can, guide on how to be a man, yeah
I give you mine, one love, one light, one shine
They can erase your name but not what’s inside ya
Too much focus on pounds, it’s lookin’ iris
Invest in our colour forever, we diamonds
I and Jah Jah hold a reasoning
He tell mi “Son, this is your season”
And none of them can stop this energy
The mess they’re gonna be receiving
I’m gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all
Oh, Jah blessing is forever
I’m gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all
Oh, Jah blessing is forever (Yeah)
What kinda law would make it so hard for a singer to keep his art?
And still make a fortune and not just a couple cars
I’m talkin’ about 50 thousand acres with some rivers and minerals
I’m in a call with architects designing a house in and out, now call a jet
Fly down to the south, write a song at treasure beach
Next day we go record at Falmouth
Living up, no wan fi hear no man mouth
Only wan fi hear me daughter and not the odd note, singing our own
Lord, should start owning our own
Already companies approaching me with likkle bit of dough for we songs
Like them nuh know the type of crowd we bring out, tell them
Till eternity Jah blessing is forever, forever
Till eternity Jah blessing is forever
I and I and Rastafari hold a reasoning
Jah tell mi “Son, this is your season”
Never let them drain this energy
The mess you’re gonna be receiving
I’m gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all
Oh, Jah blessing is forever
Gonna bless you up, bless you up, bless you all
Oh, Jah blessing is forever