Little Child, Pt. 2 (Read the Lyrics) [feat. Tuva Welin]

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Gift Blessing

Gift Blessing is a musical artist known for their soulful and captivating vocal style. They have a unique blend of R&B, gospel, and Afrobeat influences in their music, creating a distinctive sound. Gift Blessing's heartfelt lyrics and powerful performances have garnered them a growing fan base. They have released several singles and have been recognized for their talent in the music industry. more »

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I’m just a little child, my words shouldn’t mean much
Character’s not solidified
Haven’t experienced much
They gag at this goof
Their ears are clogged and childproof
Due to that I’m just a little child
And I shouldn’t speak up
Listen I’m not a preacher
Sunday school for a meek tot
Compliments are little lies
My mouth should just be shut
Permanently locked
Don’t encourage me
Stop
I suckle to the bosom of false support like a leech stuck
Please, look
I’m pleading pardon to all who feel I’m preaching toward'em
Right before I feel I’ve taught them
‘bout life which I haven’t even started
I’m cultivating seeds that aren’t
Even ripe enough to become large and
I've been too keen to garden
I’ve been to kindergarten
'Cause I’m just a little child
I shouldn’t speak up
Throwing tantrums when criticized
Like mount Taal, I erupt
I erupt passive fiers
Then crawl towards pacifiers
'Cause I’m just a little child
And I shouldn’t speak up
'Cause I’m just a
Little child
Aah aah aah
Aah aah
Aah aah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah
Aah aah
I’m just a little child, my words shouldn’t mean much
Character’s not solidified
Haven’t experienced much
They gag at this goof
Their ears are clogged and childproof
Due to that I’m just a little child
And I shouldn’t speak up
Listen I’m not a preacher
Sunday school for a meek tot
Compliments are little lies
My mouth should just be shut
Permanently locked
Don’t encourage me
Stop
I suckle to the bosom of false support like a leech stuck
Gift, look, put down the mic
You really don’t need it, it’s brittle
Why
Your hands are too small to hold it, so hold it
Now don’t quibble
Why
You’re a moronic oxymoron
The good old mischievous child
Day and night, hypocritical
Your unfit, you’re ambivalent
Why, 'Cause I am just a little child
Aah aah aah
Aah aah
Aah aah
The temperature’s dropping all of a sudden
And I am still
Freezing, my eyes are filled
With shivers of ice that melt
They laugh and they cry and yell
'Cause I'm under this biting spell
They saw Little Child, rearranged him till he was titled “chil"
They say I’m lukewarm
Preaching against my wild ways
They love toying with me, yea
To them it’s child’s play
They sleep on me like babies with their platitudes
Presumption attitudes
I’m on the cusp of adulthood
Let me be, punk
You said bite me, but forgot I’ve got a full set of teeth
What, I’m too young to speak up
I can only get a peep out
Voice aint sufficiently gruff
You think that I’m weak, huh
You put me in this kindergarten
Bound with a sealed mouth
I feel stuck
From deep down I scream out a beast’s howl
Look my music’s for me as well
It’ll make my little seed sprout
I’m not an infant, I’m an infantry
All of you put me in this crib but see
Got a match I’ll burn these bars down
And climb out of it
I’ve had enough
Because I am not a little child

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