Witt Lowry - Tiny Shiny Objects lyrics

Damn (Lame) , you're slacking
You talk too much, no action
Hehe, I'm laughin'
No one can match the passion (Yah, yah)
Yeah, oh well all bets are on myself (On me)
Come here, come hold this L
Your name don't ring any bells (Yah)

You're flexin' the money you made
Like, "Look at the money I pay
For the name on my clothes"
I'm tired of all of the fake
Just wanna create, so, no
I don't wanna pose
I said what I said with my chest
Won't give me respect, okay
Until I'm a ghost
Don't care 'bout your follower count
Or whеre you go out
Or what are the pеople you know
Yeah, that's facts


Think I might upgrade the pad
I'ma need more space for plaques
Why you shit talk on an app?
Yeah, callin' me trash
Sittin' first class
Attendant just asked if I want a steak
Not commentin' back i'm not even mad
Reception is bad 'cause I'm on a plane
Woo, yeah, they hate and never met ya
My team needs matchin' Teslas
Elon, might have to text ya
Woo, yeah, I'm hungrier than ever
Feel like I'm back at Nevers
Still focused on gettin' better
You fold under pressure
I never let pressure dictate the plan
I left the West around nine
It should be five when I land
I live my life for the moments
You live your life for the 'Gram
The time you spend on your captions
I'd rather spend with the fam

Damn (Lame) , you're slacking
You talk too much, no action
Hehe, I'm laughin'
No one can match the passion (Yah, yah)
Yeah, oh well all bets are on myself (On me)
Come here, come hold this L
Your name don't ring any bells (Yah)

If I wouldn't take your advice
Then why would I take your critique
You know what I mean?
You became a critic of me
But look at yourself
I know you don't like what you see
I went and sent Momma a car
Then got a new car, and now
I don't need a key
You spend all your time on the Net
You sit on the bench and talk
Like you play for the team, yeah
That's honest
Here's what I think's ironic
You're postin' balance talk and all
You are is fuckin' toxic
Know that's a lot to process
Say you believe in progress
But base your worth off followers
And tiny, shiny objects, hehe
Honestly just tryin' to help
If the shoe fit's
Maybe you should try and look inside yourself
Think about a time when you sought
Jobs and a designer belt
I have Find My Phone
But I don't have an app to find myself
Damn, they wanna tell me who I am
I get that people pigeonhole the
Things that they can't understand
I'm top five, motherfucker
I say that because I can
I know you're mad 'cause you would rather
I act lesser than I am

Damn (Lame) , you're slacking
You talk too much, no action
Hehe, I'm laughin'
No one can match the passion (Yah, yah)
Yeah, oh well all bets are on myself (On me)
Come here, come hold this L
Your name don't ring any bells (Yah)

When I stopped reachin' out
I realized half the garden was dead
I've still got knives in my back
From people I thought were friends
I can't tell if you're makin' music
For the art or the trend
I know you bought some of those subs
It must be fun to pretend
Remember back when I used to
Sleep on the floor
And they would laugh behind my back and
Called me and my family "poor"
I gave 'em absolutely nothin'
I had to kick down the door
See, I would rather be a soldier in
A garden than a florist in war