[INTRO — Spoken, acoustic guitar] Everybody’s got their version of me. Most of ‘em got it secondhand. That’s alright. It’s Pitty. [VERSE 1 — Laid-back rap, heavy bass] I’ve been quiet in a room full of talk, Learned a lot about a man by the way that he walks. Some will shake your hand, then go changing your name, I don’t take it personal, I just don’t play that game. I don’t throw stones, I know what glass costs, Had a couple good years and a few I damn near lost. Made mistakes, took the blame, never needed a crowd, Some of my proudest moments never made a sound. I used to give a damn what everybody thought, Now I measure what it’s worth against the peace it costs. Got a rearview mirror, but it ain’t my windshield, Can’t drive toward tomorrow staring back at old fields. If you knew me back then, you knew me back then, Don’t mistake an old chapter for the man I’ve been since. [PRE-CHORUS — Country melody] There’s a lot I wouldn’t change, And a few things that I would. I ain’t claiming I know everything, Just know myself a little good. [CHORUS — Full Southern rock] Pitty’s somewhere between an open book And a story you ain’t heard yet. Got a little dust on the pages, And a few I don’t regret. I ain’t hiding, I ain’t running, Ain’t pretending I’m somebody I ain’t. You can read between the lines, But that don’t mean you got the story straight. Yeah, I’m an open book, Just ain’t finished writing yet. [VERSE 2 — Tight, shifting rap cadence] I’ve seen a man spend ten years trying to win one fight, Lose a good night’s sleep just to prove he was right. Seen pride take the wheel while good sense rode shotgun, Then blame every wrong turn on the road he was on. A bad hand don’t deserve a bad week, You can lose without losing how you think. Take the hit, check the play, let the lesson sink in, Then sit back at the table and deal ’em again. I don’t need the last word, don’t need the last laugh, A man can win an argument and still come out last. Everybody’s got a label and a box you should fit, They’ll describe you all day without knowing one bit. I can laugh at myself, admit when I’m wrong, That’s harder than just pretending you’re strong. [CHORUS — Full band] Pitty’s somewhere between an open book And a story you ain’t heard yet. Got a little dust on the pages, And a few I don’t regret. I ain’t hiding, I ain’t running, Ain’t pretending I’m somebody I ain’t. You can read between the lines, But that don’t mean you got the story straight. Yeah, I’m an open book, Just ain’t finished writing yet. [BRIDGE — Bare acoustic, sung] I spent some time away from all the noise, Got back to doing things I used to enjoy. A little more work, a little less talking, A few more miles, a whole lot more walking. Didn’t need a crowd to make a change, Didn’t need to tell the world I’d rearranged. Some things you don’t announce, you just do, Then one day they notice something different about you. [GUITAR SOLO — Dirty blues-rock, 8 bars] [VERSE 3 — Rap-rock, faster flow] I never left the game, I just stopped keeping score, Stopped knocking on doors I don’t knock on anymore. There’s a difference in quitting and knowing when you’re done, And a difference in standing still and knowing when to run. Got a little country in me, little rock in my bones, Little hip-hop in the way I put a point into a song. I can sit through the silence, let somebody run their mouth, You learn more when you listen than when you’re trying to shout. Don’t need to look important, don’t need to play the part, Got a pretty good head and a reasonably decent heart. Still get things wrong, still get carried away, Still know when to laugh at the dumb shit I say. Not looking for enemies, got better things to do, If you don’t care for Pitty, that’s alright with me too. I’m not everybody’s kind of guy, never claimed I would be, Don’t have to dislike you just because you don’t like me. [FINAL CHORUS — Full band, wide harmonies] Pitty’s somewhere between an open book And a story you ain’t heard yet. Got a little dust on the pages, And a few I don’t regret. I ain’t hiding, I ain’t running, Ain’t pretending I’m somebody I ain’t. You can read between the lines, But that don’t mean you got the story straight. Yeah, I’m an open book, Just ain’t finished writing yet. [OUTRO — Spoken, lone guitar] You can know my name. Know where I’ve been. Doesn’t mean you know me. I’m an open book. You just haven’t heard the whole story. Pitty. [End]
