Tion Wayne – Healing (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Tion Wayne releases the music video for the “Healing,” song which sees the rapper hailing late rapper, Sidhu Moose Wala. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track produced by Crumz & GA.

Edmonton (UK, not Alberta) artist Tion Wayne teams up with director Wowa for the “Healing” video. The new visual has pulled in just under a million views in less than 24 hours and is currently sitting in the top spot on YouTube’s Trending for Music chart.

The track itself was produced by Crumz and GA and it packs a punch. Built on some weighty 808s, the drill-leaning production gives extra ballast to the North London rhymer’s punchy flow as he speaks on the reality of the world he grew up in and the non-stop work he’s put in to make sure he never has to live like that again.

Tion Wayne – Healing (prod. Crumz & GA)

4 May 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
Under exclusive licence to Warner Music UK Limited, An Atlantic Records UK release., ℗ 2023 GDS Records Limited

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Grrt, woo
Mm-mm
Oi
Oi, oi-oi-oi

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 how I 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 Mrs. (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 Vidić (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)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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)

[Chorus]
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