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 till it all ends? Help me count my blessings, thanks Missed calls at my family 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 a 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 bout money, ***, 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 till it all ends? Help me count my blessings, thanks Lately I've been drowning in stress I spend all of my time inside Just playing beats at my desk Hate saying these next words But I've been feeling depressed Have trouble dealing with some issues Battled 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 *** line I ever wrote And chose to share the story 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 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 till it all ends? Help me count my blessings, thanks Thanks for watching!