Counting My Blessings
Closer to heaven
Praise Allah that I'm heard so I'm counting my blessings
Kicked to the curb at 18
My life's full of testing
Shed light on my light and you'll find blessings on blessings
I got questions on questions
Known more deaths than births
I know they finally resting
So much life on this earth
I feel like I'm done with finessing
If you got no pain to guide you what really is life's lesson
My struggle is a gift and there ain't no resting
I got blessings on blessings until I'm closer to heaven
Bend over backwards and fuck your own misconceptions
I've been meeting judgement with laughter since I was like 7
Man, my mattress a carpet since I was 11
Yeah, I got broke dreams
And I'm a dope fiend
Dolly Parton my smoke habits miss Jolene
Spent my snot nose years in Texas
I missed the codeine
When I roll my loud and you hit
I know you heard me
Observe me
I miss the West Coast beaches
Not the Jersey, girl please
You want to give me kisses
I like Hershey's, sir please
These bitches got me twisted
It don't serve me
Preserve me
I wanna hit a lick but it might hurt me
Convert me
My blessings came from sins and that concern me
But surely I been bleeding sweat n tears
Cuz that's what birthed me and cured me
Can't no source conserve me
Keep and elevated high where the birds see
Chirpy
My vision is so worthy
When I fall I bleed blessings
Confess you bitches heard me
I know you bitches heard me
I know you bitches heard me
Praise Allah that I'm heard so I'm counting my blessings
Kicked to the curb at 18
My life's full of testing
Shed light on my light and you'll find blessings on blessings
I got questions on questions
Known more deaths than births
I know they finally resting
So much life on this earth
I feel like I'm done with finessing
If you got no pain to guide you what really is life's lesson
My struggle is a gift and there ain't no resting
I got blessings on blessings until I'm closer to heaven
Bend over backwards and fuck your own misconceptions
I've been meeting judgement with laughter since I was like 7
Man, my mattress a carpet since I was 11
Yeah, I got broke dreams
And I'm a dope fiend
Dolly Parton my smoke habits miss Jolene
Spent my snot nose years in Texas
I missed the codeine
When I roll my loud and you hit
I know you heard me
Observe me
I miss the West Coast beaches
Not the Jersey, girl please
You want to give me kisses
I like Hershey's, sir please
These bitches got me twisted
It don't serve me
Preserve me
I wanna hit a lick but it might hurt me
Convert me
My blessings came from sins and that concern me
But surely I been bleeding sweat n tears
Cuz that's what birthed me and cured me
Can't no source conserve me
Keep and elevated high where the birds see
Chirpy
My vision is so worthy
When I fall I bleed blessings
Confess you bitches heard me
I know you bitches heard me
I know you bitches heard me
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Writer(s): Dalia Aladin
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