Gimmie Something - FIDLAR

He's been waiting this time

Running out of vodka to love

He's been going down to hide

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 ***

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