Blessings (feat. Annamarie Rosanio)

I hate to say it, but it kills me

Gives me more reason to lose sleep

Every mess I've made

If I tell you that I'm hurting

Would you hold me till it all ends?

Help me count my blessings, babe

Yeah

Missed called at my family's funerals

While suits and jackets judge my new songs, say they ain't suitable

As if they know the type of music that pops

'Cause most these label artists need marketing dollars or flop

That's the difference between us, I did this all on my own

Don't need a room full of writers, I put my pain in these songs

While they flashing they checks

Rapping about money, sex

I'm in awe

No wonder kids are depressed

This game affecting us all

It's funny, everyone's upset when you speaking the truth

But I won't stop spilling my guts inside of this booth

'Cause to us, this is more than just some lyrics

This reality

The struggles every single day we live with, like

I hate to say it, but it kills me

Gives me more reason to lose sleep

Every mess I've made

If I tell you that I'm hurting

Would you hold me till it all ends?

Help me count my blessings, babe

Lately, I've been drowning in stress

I spend all of my time inside, playing beats at my desk

Hate saying these next words, but I've been feeling depressed

Have trouble dealing with some issues bottled up in my chest

I guess pouring myself in music's the only way I cope

So much more than these clever songs y'all think are dope

I really lived every fucking line I ever wrote

And chose to share the stories so I could inspire hope

Now it bothers me, hearing all of this mainstream

Cookie-cutter, it's been the same since my late teens

'Cause to us, this is more than just some lyrics

This reality, the struggles, every single day we live with

Fuck

I hate to say it, but it kills me

Gives me more reason to lose sleep

Every mess I've made

If I tell you that I'm hurting

Would you hold me till it all ends?

Help me count my blessings, babe