Doesn't Feel the Same

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?