Witt Lowry, Dani Sylvia - Doesn’t Feel the Same lyrics
[Witt Lowry, Dani Sylvia - Doesn’t Feel the Same lyrics]
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
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)
Therapy sessions to deal with the stress
Guess the pain doesn't stop once
You got a blue check
Think that I'd 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
Knew to call for the place where
I stay in your head
Is it torture to know you were never content?
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 to gain
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 say
"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 train
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 bought
So where are your friends? yeah
I put in the work and then I
Let the work do the rest
Yeah
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
The effort is half-ass
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" you see me laughed at
When all that really matters is
I get the last laugh
How's that 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 edit's 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 lyin'
But I spill my guts
I can't even write a line
'less it packs a punch don't ask for much
Instead I never have to rush
You saved 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
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
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)
Therapy sessions to deal with the stress
Guess the pain doesn't stop once
You got a blue check
Think that I'd 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
Knew to call for the place where
I stay in your head
Is it torture to know you were never content?
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 to gain
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 say
"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 train
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 bought
So where are your friends? yeah
I put in the work and then I
Let the work do the rest
Yeah
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
The effort is half-ass
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" you see me laughed at
When all that really matters is
I get the last laugh
How's that 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 edit's 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 lyin'
But I spill my guts
I can't even write a line
'less it packs a punch don't ask for much
Instead I never have to rush
You saved 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