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Vic Mensa - Blessings Lyrics

Ble$$ings Song Lyrics
Ble$$ings by Vic Mensa We made it through
We made it through
We made it through, oh
We made it through, 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
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 house
Blessings on blessings all on me
Blessings on blessings on me, me

I woke up early my born day
Oh, what a blessing 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
Watching my story play out in Chicago
Stressing, my eyes low, should be in Norway
I had no tour dates, then only court dates
I'm on my second gun case, stacking lawyer fees that I was stressing to pay
It's like keeping my peace was disturbing my peace, acting ludicrous, driving 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 predicting I'd die
Alhumdillilah, I'm one with my god
My number is prime, we never divide
Providing my blessings to use, for the world
R.I.P. Juice
For every legend under twenty-seven, I'm forever flexing till 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
Blessings on blessings on me, me

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

Here go that king talk
Watch how a king walk
All over the track like I'm Jack on the Beanstalk
These giants ain't seen nothing
Often, I find myself giving thanks, aye-aye
A masterpiece god dipped in paint, aye-aye
If you hold your breath till I lose, uh-uh
I promise you'll pass out and faint
Don't hit your head, b**ch, 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
We made it through, oh