[Intro]
Hey, Ollie
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?

[Chorus: Annamarie Rosanio]
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

[Verse 1: Ollie]
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
[Chorus: Annamarie Rosanio]
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

[Verse 2: Ollie]
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!

[Chorus: Annamarie Rosanio]
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