“MUSIC FILE DETAILS”
- Writer: Bosslady
- Artist(s): Tion Wayne
- Track Title: Healing
- Released Date: 2023
- Category: Music
- File Type: Audio
Now, it is indubitably confirm that this wonderful tune was carefully composed and delivered by the artist compared to other songs by the artist, and it is now making so much waves all over the world.
The artist was quite excited to inform the fans about this new drop on Twitter and other social media platforms earlier this weekend and you can stream it in all the music platforms.
Listen and enjoy below;
HEALING LYRICS (song by Tion Wayne)
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 healin’
I was in a ding-dong schemin’ (Woo)
Why they wanna take my freedom?
Fuck yourself, go suck yourself (Bah)
I said it, I mean it
Hear what? (Hear what?)
Before the TikTok shit, had to flip the script ‘cah rap didn’t give man riches
T Wayne, I don’t fuck with snitches (Grrt)
From Rambo blades in kitchens (Woo)
Nearly cried at my first six figures
Funny I you came in the dance laughin’ (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 missus (Eh-hah)
I made a mill’ on the lifestyle, didn’t know I came up with killers (Grrt)
Nino got my back, that’s bro, got my back like Vidi? (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 healin’
I was in a ding-dong schemin’ (Woo)
Why they wanna take my freedom?
Fuck 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 chattin’, just shop shot
Gunshot, have your boy spinnin’ like nunchucks
What? What? Hundred milli’ soon, watch, watch (Brrt)
Soon home, mad, everybody like (Bop-bop)
But the wap ain’t nothin’ 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 wan’ 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 healin’
I was in a ding-dong schemin’ (Woo)
Why they wanna take my freedom?
Fuck yourself, go suck yourself (Bah)
I said it, I mean it
