Tion Wayne – Healing Official Lyrics
Healing by Tion Wayne Lyrics
Talented UK rapper Tion Wayne has just dropped a new single titled “Healing“. The track features introspective lyrics and a laid-back beat, making it a departure from Wayne’s usual energetic sound.
“Healing” is already gaining attention from fans and music critics alike, who praise the artist’s vulnerability and emotional depth. The release is yet another example of Wayne’s versatility as an artist, and is sure to resonate with listeners who have experienced the struggles of healing and growth.
This sensational performance is a follow up to the artist’s previous song and is set to stir up the music industry with its catchy tune.
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Lyrics
Oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi
All that time I spent on the roads, I’m healin’
I was in a ding-dong schemin’
Why they wanna take my freedom?
Fuck yourself, go suck yourself (bah)
I said it, I mean it
Before the TikTok shit, had to flip the script
‘Cah rap didn’t give man riches
Tion Wayne, I don’t fuck with snitches (grrt)
From Rambo blades in kitchens
Nearly cried my first six figures
Funny how I came in the dance laughin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Then I sent him home with stitches
It’s funny how things change (things change)
Thousand pounds on slippers (slippers)
Twenty packs on my shooter (shooter)
Fifteen bags on my missus
I made a mill’ on the lifestyle
Didn’t know I came up with killers
Nino got my back, that’s bro
Got my back like Vidic
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 (ayy)
New whip, big Wesson on my shooter (ayy, ayy, ayy)
All that time I spent on roads, I’m healin’
I was in a ding-dong schemin’
Why they wanna take my freedom?
Fuck yourself, go suck yourself (bah)
I said it, I mean it
I bought a watch, but with the Glock
He saw a opp and didn’t touch
He mus’a bad, get off the block
Even my mum called me prodigal yute
Even the opps know I don’t need groups
You really thought, opp boy, it was abroad
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
Still home, had everybody like (bop-bop)
But the wap ain’t nothin’ like Bluetooth
My connection non-stop
Pretty gyal love fi get naughty
Hundred thou’, we’re saucy
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 (ay)
But Edmonton don’t deserve me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
All that time I spent on roads, I’m healin’
I was in a ding-dong schemin’
Why they wanna take my freedom?
Fuck yourself, go suck yourself (bah)
I said it, I mean it
