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| Name | Witt Lowry - If You Don't Like the Story Write Your Own (Official Music Video) |
| Video Uploader | Video From Witt Lowry |
| Upload Date | This Video Uploaded At 07-10-2022 00:00:10 |
| Video Discription | LISTEN ON SPOTIFY : https://open.spotify.com/album/15beHBqWMmHh3r4JWcl95x?si=jnxE18TlQ-mqh9arCBavRg LISTEN ON APPLE MUSIC : https://music.apple.com/us/album/if-you-dont-like-the-story-write-your-own-single/1647125493 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Witt Lowry : @wittlowry SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5ghnxpW47ojtLHHyTLdxdY?si=x6TyYaJaTBGXaXp6N47Zmg ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Song produced by Dan Haynes : @danhaynesprod ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mixed & Mastered by John Will : @iamjohnwill ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LYRICS: Had to let go of who I thought I should be to find who I am Don't mean the edited one for the 'Gram But I mean the one who needs love, has fear and doubt, and only comes out around fam See, I'm just a man, I bleed and it's red Been tryin' to quiet the voice in my head Too weak to repeat all the things that it says You're destined to slip when you live on the edge And I'm doing my best, but it's never enough It's always, "Hey, when you gunna follow this up?" I give 'em so much of myself, my art, my soul There isn't much lеft in my cup Not prayin' enough, don't know who to trust Don't follow for follow, I follow my gut There is no morе room for discourse anymore It's "I'm right and you're wrong, and agree or shut up" What in the fuck? When will we learn? Together we grow, and divided we burn There's over seven billion of us on Earth And here I am talkin' 'bout puttin' me first And all of my hurt, like anyone cares I have a tendency to overshare Crazy to look at a sea full of people and still feel like there isn't anyone there As everyone stares, I swear that I'm fine Tears streamin' outta both of my eyes They love to see all this raw and real emotion So they can upload it online This story is mine, they took and rewrote it They'll do anything for a click and they post it But never with credit, my art has been lessened to trends While people pretend like they own it Okay, duly noted, things change in due time Things that I wanted all losin' their shine Now all I want is to text or to talk to my dad But know I'll never get a reply And that weighs on my mind, not tryin' to harp But I have to live with this hole in my heart And maybe the only real way that I know how to cope is by losin' myself in the art I said things that were harsh and I never meant I let discontent really mess with my head So many things that I wish I had done and had said Before I never saw him again Time that I make amends and pull back the curtain I barely was there, even when he was hurtin' And I think of that, and think, "Damn, what a terrible son" And I question myself as a person A human still learnin' Just a human still learnin' Know I'll never be perfect That's the only thing certain, yeah Someone mentioned the music was savin' their life, they relate to it so much it hurts And I thought to myself, "I'm so glad I could help, but it's you who put in all the work" So don't give me credit 'cause I'm just a human who loses himself in his words I wonder if Steve ever thought that one day we'd be treatin' an app like a church And hold up these content creators and athletes and artists as if they were gods Until we decide they no longer have value, then they're thrown away and forgot See, honestly, all that we are is a sum of our vices, our fears, and our flaws And then at the end, we end up in a box and can't bring anything that we bought All the things that we're not make us who we are Nobody thought I would make it this far Used to shoot for the sky 'til I realized that it had been proven that humans are made out of stars I spill out my heart, it's all that I know Never been good at just lettin' shit go Do you know how it feels to sink all that you have in your craft and still feel like there's nothin' to show? This here is a poem, a letter, a song I don't know where in the fuck I belong There's nothin' more lonely than bein' surrounded by people yet all of your people are wrong I feel like a pawn, I feel like I'm trapped There's people I miss I can never get back But been learnin' that life's not about how much water we have It's about how we look at the glass, that's a lot to unpack, yeah Dan said jump on a track, give 'em all that you have, yeah Ever since, I don't know what it's like to hold back, yeah When the story's authentic, you don't need to act, yeah Never needed to act, yeah There's concepts I need to explore, and feelings I can't just ignore Who cares what you do, who you doing it for? Oh my, how the tables have turned since I used to serve food that I couldn't afford Mom and Dad got divorced, Mom just got remarried For most of my life, thought commitment was scary But now I don't know, some places you can't take a road If you don't like the story, you should write your Own |
| Category | Music |
| Tags | Witt Lowry | If You Don't Like the Story Write Your Own | Music Video | Hip-hop | Poetry | Art | Cinematic | Letter |
