Testo Too Blessed - Dess Dior

Testo della canzone Too Blessed (Dess Dior), tratta dall'album Note To Self

Too blessed to be complaining
Like why cry if it ain't paying
I could be hurt, but I ain't saying it
Cause what's the point in going crazy
Yeah I don't talk, I just deal with it
If you a real bitch, you gone feel this
It ain't no commas in my feelings
To fill my heart I need some millions
I want to talk about it, but everybody run they mouth
Took so many L's I keep my head up in the clouds
Pretty face keep it cute and positive as hell
Plus, I've been getting money and I've been doing it well
But don't nobody know about when they took my pops to jail
Lost my brother too, and make sure nobody could tell
But I don't need no sympathy I put that on the shelf
Closest people to me showed that I just need myself
Like seriously they said they cared, but wasn't hearing me
But I'm the first person they call for them bond fees
And now I'm stuck up too
Just cause I ain't got no room in this two-door coup
I copped a big ass range and a big ass house
That don't mean I ain't never cried on this big ass couch
Been through it all, still popping it, don't need no help
I ain't cocky, bitch I'm confident, I free myself
Too blessed to be complaining
Like why cry if it ain't paying
I could be hurt, but I ain't saying it
Cause what's the point in going crazy
Yeah I don't talk, I just deal with it
If you a real bitch, you gone feel this
It ain't no commas in my feelings
To fill my heart I need some millions
Soft girl but that don't mean I ain't thug it out
This shit all on me
My bills about a hundred thou
Even with a nigga, I'm the one that got me put up
That's why I hate excuses
I be working, this ain't good luck
AP wristwatch put it on my own
Bossed up bitch I did it in my own
Might just be my pride I don't ask for shit at all
Cause I can't call nobody
I'm the one that niggas call
I'm the type, keep it playa, move with caution
Thinking about going broke
It made me nauseous
Private island me please
Don't care bout what the cost is
I'm the one that foot the bill
And take all of the losses
Took my feelings, and I threw them in the dirt
Yeah I ain't tripping over shit, I go to work
Rich nigga stuck inside a Louie skirt
Feel like God's favorite
The way I'm getting all these perks
Too blessed to be complaining
Like why cry if it ain't paying
I could be hurt, but I ain't saying it
Cause what's the point in going crazy
Yeah I don't talk, I just deal with it
If you a real bitch, you gone feel this
It ain't no commas in my feelings
To fill my heart I need some millions



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