Song | Gimme Something |
Artist | FIDLAR |
Album | FIDLAR |
He’s been wasting his time, | |
Running out of all kinds of luck. | |
He’s been going down the line, | |
Living in the back of his truck. | |
With his all American steel reserve | |
He puts it in the bag and he sits on a curb | |
And he says | |
Hey, come on, give me money, | |
Hey, come on, give me money. | |
You’ve been living your life doing all kinds of drugs | |
Well I’ve been spending my time trying not to fall in love | |
When you come out now with your dirty spoon | |
Stay on my couch and you howl at the moon and you say | |
Hey, come on, give me something | |
Hey, come on, give me something. | |
Hey, come on, give me something | |
Hey, come on, give me something |
He' s been wasting his time, | |
Running out of all kinds of luck. | |
He' s been going down the line, | |
Living in the back of his truck. | |
With his all American steel reserve | |
He puts it in the bag and he sits on a curb | |
And he says | |
Hey, come on, give me money, | |
Hey, come on, give me money. | |
You' ve been living your life doing all kinds of drugs | |
Well I' ve been spending my time trying not to fall in love | |
When you come out now with your dirty spoon | |
Stay on my couch and you howl at the moon and you say | |
Hey, come on, give me something | |
Hey, come on, give me something. | |
Hey, come on, give me something | |
Hey, come on, give me something |