Never Satisfied (Explicit)

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Spent a lot of my time waitin' Fûcked up, still tryna figure how to face it, uh Got better vision like LASIK Fûckboy, get the fûck outta my face, bîtch, uh Gunnin' for the top, I'm sprayin' Full metal shots, don't miss, I take 'em, uh Never really cared if I'm famous I make real shît while you just fake it I'm still on the run Oppositions tryna get me I'm still swervin' 'til I'm done Won't off the gas until it's empty All these bîtches tryna front All my exes can't forget me I still fûckin' hate myself I still fûckin' can't accept me Bîtch, I'm a fûck up, ay It's why I get fûcked up, ay Bîtch, I'm a fûck up, ay It's why I get fûcked up, yeah I wish to want a simple life (lil bîtch!) I'm mad, I can't be satisfied (ay) I fûckin' snap, and they all ask me why (ayy) I chase the bag and then another high (little bîtch)

Bîtch, I'm a fûck up, ay So, yeah, you've been making music for four years You're clearly fûcking, super passionate about it And you must be good at it I think, do it bro, I mean You're doing it already, you just haven't posted it I'm still on the run Oppositions tryna get me I'm still swervin' 'til I'm done Won't off the gas until it's empty All these bîtches tryna front All my exes can't forget me I still fûckin' hate myself I still fûckin' can't accept me I'm still on the run Oppositions tryna get me I'm still swervin' 'til I'm done Won't off the gas until it's empty All these bîtches tryna front All my exes can't forget me I still fûckin' hate myself I still fûckin' can't accept me Bîtch, I'm a fûck up, ay It's why I get fûcked up, ay Bîtch, I'm a fûck up, ay It's why I get fûcked up, yeah I wish to want a simple life (lil' bîtch!) I'm mad, I can't be satisfied (ay) I fûckin' snap, and they all ask me why (ayy) I chase the bag and then another high (little bîtch)

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