Tell Me (Never Enough)
Why you sitting all by yourself
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Way you put your life together with no one help
Girl you got your own shit don't need no one else
But baby you know that this life is what you make it
Drinking henny out the bottle, what you chasing
Say you need some time to breathe, and I'll give you space ship
Time is money and you 'bout it, won't ever waste it
Tell me who you wanna be
You know I'll be by your side
Tell me where you wanna go
You know I'll be down to ride
Just don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Back from me
We can hit the E-way, see some different places
I can put you in that red coupe, have you racing
Tint at 5%, Forgis black, baby there's no payments
Valentino Garavani bags, and Fendi bracelets
Got Balenci on your shoes, rockin' something new
Your ex, he a fuckin' dub, he ain't fuckin' cool
Give 'em hell and I make 'em move
I'm the fuckin' truth
'Cause you got everything you want
So tell me what wanna do
Tell me who you wanna be
You know I'll be by your side
Tell me where you wanna go
You know I'll be down to ride
Just don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Back from me
Went to bed fucked up
Woke up even worse, no
My mind racing non-stop
It's a gift and it's a curse
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm great
But it's never enough
No it's never enough, for you
Stretching Fashion Nova jeans, shoes by YSL
Way you put your life together with no one help
Girl you got your own shit don't need no one else
But baby you know that this life is what you make it
Drinking henny out the bottle, what you chasing
Say you need some time to breathe, and I'll give you space ship
Time is money and you 'bout it, won't ever waste it
Tell me who you wanna be
You know I'll be by your side
Tell me where you wanna go
You know I'll be down to ride
Just don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Back from me
We can hit the E-way, see some different places
I can put you in that red coupe, have you racing
Tint at 5%, Forgis black, baby there's no payments
Valentino Garavani bags, and Fendi bracelets
Got Balenci on your shoes, rockin' something new
Your ex, he a fuckin' dub, he ain't fuckin' cool
Give 'em hell and I make 'em move
I'm the fuckin' truth
'Cause you got everything you want
So tell me what wanna do
Tell me who you wanna be
You know I'll be by your side
Tell me where you wanna go
You know I'll be down to ride
Just don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Don't hold nothing back from me
Back from me
Went to bed fucked up
Woke up even worse, no
My mind racing non-stop
It's a gift and it's a curse
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm great
But it's never enough
No it's never enough, for you
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Hunt
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