FIDLAR - Gimmie Something

Well, he's been wasting his time
Running out of all kinds of luck
Well, 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 the 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
Oh, when you come over 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

Written by:
Zachary Carper, Elvis Kuehn, Maxwell Atom Kuehn, Brandon Quinn Schwartzel

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Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group

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