Lyrics Satisfaction - ojivolta, Nylo

Satisfaction

One body, two souls
Three words you’ll never know
Time makes it harder
I’ll stop being mad about it
So come chase oceans of plagiarized emotion
With you, so alone, still I ain’t even mad about it
I bet you would like that
I bet you would
But I’m not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction
No, I’m not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction
Heaven, old me, the devil’s upon me
Don’t look, don’t see
So I’ll stop being mad about
Selective memories
I’ll die with you slowly and I ain’t even mad about it
I bet you would like that
I bet you would
But I’m not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction
No, I’m not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction