| Just listened to the songs with everybody
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| Group was all here, and uhh… I don’t know, man
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| Really don’t know this direction
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| Why don’t you give me a call back and we can all talk about it?
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| I hate to say it but it kills me
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| Gives me more reason to lose sleep
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| Every mess I’ve made
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| And if I tell you that I’m hurting
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| Would you hold me 'til it all ends?
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| Help me count my blessings, baby
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| Yeah, missed calls and my family funerals
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| While suits and jackets judge my new songs, say they ain’t suitable, ha
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| As if they know the type of music that pops
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| 'Cause most these label artists need marketing dollars or flop
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| That’s the difference between us, I did this all on my own
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| Don’t need a room full of writers, I put my pain in these songs
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| While they flashing their checks, rapping about money, sex, I’m in awe
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| No wonder kids are depressed, this game affecting us all
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| It’s funny everyone’s upset when you speaking the truth
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| But I won’t stop spilling my guts inside of this booth
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| 'Cause to us this is more than just some lyrics
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| This reality, the struggles every single day we live with, like
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| I hate to say it but it kills me
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| Gives me more reason to lose sleep
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| Every mess I’ve made
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| And if I tell you that I’m hurting
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| Would you hold me 'til it all ends? |
| (Yeah)
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| Help me count my blessings, baby
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| Lately, I’ve been drowning in stress
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| I spend all of my time inside just playing beats on my desk
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| Hate saying these next words, but I’ve been feeling depressed
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| Have trouble dealing with some issues bottled up in my chest
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| I guess pouring myself in music’s the only way I cope
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| So much more than these clever songs y’all think are dope
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| I really lived every fucking line that I ever wrote
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| And chose to share the story so I could inspire hope
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| Now it bothers me hearing all of this mainstream
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| Cookiecutter, it’s been the same since my late teens
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| 'Cause to us this is more than just some lyrics
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| This reality, the struggles every single day we live with, fuck!
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| I hate to say it but it kills me
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| Gives me more reason to lose sleep
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| Every mess I’ve made
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| And if I tell you that I’m hurting
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| Would you hold me 'til it all ends?
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| Help me count my blessings, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blessings , by - Ollie. Song from the album Maybe This Was Supposed To Happen, in the genre Поп