paroles de chanson Never Satisfied - Savior Monroe

Take that shit to the pawn shop then nigga

This is for anybody saying that my last effort
Wasn't good enough, saying it ain't that special
Saying that the bars wasn't enough
Production was rough and now they never fucking wit us
Because they want me to die my hair and wear tighter clothes
Dress like I ain't a man using higher notes
They even said don't mention Detroit
And this is the point I told em' that I'm getting annoyed
They said in order to make money in the music biz
You gotta listen to us or you'll be losing kid
I said nigga I ain't losing bitch
Pack my bags and left as I cruised in the smoothest whip
Linked wit my nigga Coop and he produced a hit
And then I sat back and wrote some exclusive shit
Had to make sure the mood could fit, get loose a bit
And make sure the fans had some food to fix
And now I'm

Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die

I'm in the studio for 18 hours
Getting it in because it gave me power
Made me honor every thang we conjured
Wit enough heat to leave space fleets charred up
But it still ain't enough, cus the skill ain't enough
And they be going hard on the Savior
They be saying getcha paper up, so and so makin' bucks
Change your mobile car and your avatar
And get your snap chat Instagram numbers up
Enough trying to be lyrical you fuckin' up
You going over they heads, my nigga be simple
And cop you a chain, a main thang and a sweet rental
And shoot videos, nothing but videos
Get you a bottle wit some bubble butt pretty hoes
Cus we don't care if the shit fake, the shits great
The way you going about it, it is a mistake

Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die

The criticism can kill em' if you listening to em'
And the mysticism is brilliant if you mention it to em'
I'm sick of enduring, I spit to uplift and influence
And the trickery doing a critical hit on the movement
This freedom of speech is perfectly legally free
But the deed on the streets is hurting insidious beast
And I can do it over murking the littiest beat
Talkin' bout the Phire or the color obsidian be
My life is full of left turns and neck jerks
My chest yearns for a heart covered in bed firm
My lead burns til' I cook up a net worth
The best bums making me red rum the deaf, dumb
And I never turn a blind eye
I'm Neji Hyuuga that's when they tryna creep up on my blindside
But these 64 palms like 64 bombs
That'll drop across 64 farms
And I'm

Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die

Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die