Blessings - Ollie, Annamarie Rosanio

Just listened to the songs with everybody

Group was all here, and uhh… I don’t know, man

Really don’t know this direction

Why don’t you give me a call back and we can all talk about it?

I hate to say it but it kills me

Gives me more reason to lose sleep

Every mess I’ve made

And if I tell you that I’m hurting

Would you hold me 'til it all ends?

Help me count my blessings, baby

Yeah, missed calls and my family funerals

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

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 their 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

And if I tell you that I’m hurting

Would you hold me 'til it all ends?

(Yeah)

Help me count my blessings, baby

Lately, I’ve been drowning in stress

I spend all of my time inside just playing beats on 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 that I ever wrote

And chose to share the story so I could inspire hope

Now it bothers me hearing all of this mainstream

Cookiecutter, 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

And if I tell you that I’m hurting

Would you hold me 'til it all ends?

Help me count my blessings, baby