Doesn't Feel the Same

[Intro: Dani Sylvia]

Being here just doesn't feel the same

In my head is where I spend all day

But I don't wanna waste this moon

Wish I could love me the way I love you

Bein' here just doesn't feel the same

In my head is where I spend all day (Yeah)

But I don't wanna waste this moon

Wish I could love me the way I love you

[Bridge: Dani Sylvia & Witt Lowry]

The way I love you

The way I love you

But I don't wanna waste this moon

Wish I could love me the way I love you (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]

Therapy sessions to deal with the stress

Guess the pain doesn't stop once you got a blue check

Think that I give a fuck 'bout the drama when there's generational trauma

My fam doesn't want to address

People I've never met try to come for my neck

Guess I'm easy to hate, but I'm hard to offend

You see, we could spend all of our time searchin' alternate timelines

And still wouldn't find one where we become friends

New decor for the place where I stay in your head

Is it torture to know you were never contend?

I told Dan, "Send me somethin' that's close to four minutes

'Cause I've got a lot to get off of my chest"

I need depth to connect, I need time to reflect

Listen, I've got some faults that I need to accept

Like the fact that I never check in on my sis

Even though it's as easy as sendin' a text

Guess I always forget, there's no cards ever sent

I lost track of what's truly important again

Used to pray to the Lord to remove all the fake

And then I looked around, there was nobody left

Well, guess I was blessed, Mom says I should rest

Girl says, "Mark, the truth is you're not like the rest"

They told me at best I would work at a desk

Lookin' back, damn, it's funny how people project

I've got vibes to protect, I've got lines to perfect

This is workin' on somethin' 'til nothin' is left

This is somewhere I went when my life was a mess

Time I take all these demons and put 'em to bed

Rip 'em out of my head, they still rip me apart

I still think about when I wrote "Into Your Arms"

See, I poured out my heart

Just for people a couple years later to say, "We just like Ava's part"

They don't care about art, they don't care how it's made

Guess our biggest and best work aren't always the same

See, the difference between being indie and not

Is I keep my percentage and they get the fame

Look, I'll take that trade, cards are close to the vest

See, they're all playin' checkers while I'm playing chess

And since when did we start to steal art from real artists

For follows on TikTok and likes on the Net?

The blatant disrespect is appallin' at best, yeah

You let an AI dictate all the thoughts in your head, yeah

The bulk of your follows are bots, so where are your friends? Yeah

I put in the work and then I let the work do the rest

[Bridge: Witt Lowry]

Yeah

[Verse 2: Witt Lowry]

Had someone tell me I'm a sinner 'cause I cuss in my raps

What about the ones who made fun when my dad passed?

If I tell 'em, "Fuck off," I'm bound to feel God's wrath

'Cause some people in the past decided that that's bad

Their music is mediocre, their effort is half-assed

Their album is ten tracks, they didn't write half that

Their label sent over demos and told 'em to rap that

That makes 'em a cover artist, I'm sorry, but that's facts

They tell me, "Retract that," used to get laughed at

But all that really matters is I get the last laugh

How's it feel to have your mom and your dad pay every bill that you have?

Maybe I'm mad 'cause I never had that

She's postin' her Cash App, she edits in CapCut

She used to use Facetune, but just to edit her butt

Takin' pictures of her and all the girls at brunch

It's a front, she's been miserable the last few months

Enough's enough, I'm liable to spill my guts

I can't even write a line unless it packs a punch

Don't ask for much, just that I never have to rush

We save money, but it's funny, need money to save us

I'm done with the fake love, they told me they need songs

So they ask, "Mark, why's your art take so long?"

Well, what's more important than pourin' yourself in somethin'

That you know will live on even after you're long gone?