作词 : Louis Bell/Andrew Watt/Austin Post/Billy Walsh

作曲 : Louis Bell/Andrew Watt/Austin Post/Billy Walsh

Give me something I can feel

Light a cigarette just so I can breathe

Give me something, something real

Seven hundred feet off the coast of Greece

Give me something I can feel

No reservation, pull up twenty deep

Give me something, something real

I would trade it all just to be at peace

Stop, it gets too hot, this is overload

It don't matter what car is sitting outside, it's a lonely road

It's a double-edged sword, cutting off ties with the ones I know

So tell me how the **** am I still alive, it's a miracle

And I can't believe we threw up here in Louis V

It's what I need right now

It's just my need, at the gates of hell, no VIP

Everybody waits in line

So give me something I can feel

Some 20 S and 50 Vs

Give me something, something real

I was in my B sipping burgundy

Give me something I can feel

Prada on my ****, Prada on my sleeves

Give me something, something real

I could play that ***** like it's Für Elise

I got real habits, I'm a snowmobile addict

Teal Patek, steel when I feel Patek

Throw a mil at it, problem throw a bill at it

Still at it, sign another deal at it

And I can't believe everybody gets to drink for free

So give me one more round

No cover fee, any gates of hell, no VIP

Everybody waits in line

So give me something I can feel

Light a cigarette just so I can breathe

Give me something, something real

How much psilocybin can a human eat?

Give me something I can feel

Whiskey, love, and bud just to fall asleep

Give me something, something real

And it's what I want, it ain't what I need

Give me something I can feel

Got everything, guess I'm hard to please

Give me something, something real

I would trade my life just to be at peace

Give me something I can feel

Give me something, something