J. Gamble - Feelin' Blessed

Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up
Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up
Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up
I'm still whooped from last night
But I woke up feeling blessed cause I got some pussy last night
You know J will make that shorty moan
And this chick was horny so horny
I cant tell the whole story though
Wake up wake up
I like waking up to sex
So we sleeping naked when she's laying in my bed
I even say some nasty shit
You'll think a playa has tourette's
I be like bitch you take this dick and suck it right
You fucking right I'm on that
Fuck her right until she's coming for Christ sakes
Clits and tits I bet I rub her the right way
I don't get claustrophobic putting stuff in a tight place
Shit
We been fucking since Myspace
Thanks for the friend request
Everyday I wake up feeling blessed
Write some fire shit
And to this day I'm still the best
Yes
Guaranteed to stay fresh
Blessing record crates and tape decks
Every morning I break necks
Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up
Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up
Everyday I wake up I'm breaking an 8th up
Bake up and stay puffed like my ancestors came from Jamaica
Garcia Vega
Boy meets world then I'm fucking Topanga
Throw a grenade up in the air and then run from the danger
Id take a pay cut just to open my only bodega
Its Sega Genesis
We selling kids coke with the razors
I'm talking Goonie shit
I'm coming thru just like I'm Data
Got me a groovy chick wit booty
Come fuck with ya neighbor
We Breaking Bad
Makin hash in a vacant lab
Hitting vape pens
Taking dabs in the trap with the oil
I'm just a hit away
Rap like I bat for the Royals
Fuck a chick a day
That's why I'm actin so spoiled
I feel blessed
Real blessed
Waking up to cess relieves the stress
Hell yes
Its not the cash that's important
Its the rap that's important
Take two hits of this shit then call me back in the morning
Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up
Wake up feeling blessed
Wake up Wake up feeling blessed up
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it Ill expose if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa nigga catch up

Written by:
Justin Gamble

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