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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 fame 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'd become friends Knew to call for the place where I stay in your head Is it torture to know you will never consent? I told Dan, "Send me somethin' that's close to four minutes 'Cause I've got a lot to get off of my chest" Letras de cancionesI 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 fit 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 them 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 enters a cap card 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? From Letras Mania