Champagne and Pools

[Chorus: blackbear] Champagne and pools, layin' by the palm trees What else do you want from me? Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give? Am I a fool? Yeah, for thinking I was different Apart from all these Soho House guys that take you out I wonder if you feel a thing, if you feel a thing Besides the Xanax and highs These tools that you hang out with What else do you want me to give? I know it's not a promise, you got what you wanted Champagne and pools [Verse 1: Hoodie Allen] Haha, why you always gotta be inconsistent? Why you never talk a lot, but you always bitchin? And when it comes to sex, you never change position I'm bored as shit, let's do something different You can play with balls, like you were from New England But I don't really think of what you think about And I don't even care what you do But when you text me real late like "Hey yo, what's up?" I'm probably not talking to you Cause all you wanna know is where the blow is Who got tables, when you rolling, can I bring friends? I don't think so But how about one friend from San Francisco? Okay, she can come In a room full of Neo's, I be the one Girl, let's get Rousey, I beat it up You need a fake ID to be in the club? Uh, I think you put a spell on me Ending up with you, that could be an L to me You spend a hundred dollars on some damn shampoo But it still smell like L'oreal to me [Chorus: blackbear] Champagne and pools, hey, layin' by the palm trees What else do you want from me? Oh Is it the house that I live Or the things that I can give am I a fool? Oh-oh, for thinking I was different What else do you want me to give? I know it's not a promise, you got what you wanted Champagne and pools [Verse 2: KYLE & blackbear] Okay, are we starting? Yea-ah Reportin' live from planet basic We talk a lot but we don't ever say shit Sayin' something that we truly feel But that's just not in the conversation I'm semi-famous Kinda ain't shit Kinda sorta like almost made it It's like I went from star in the making To, “Oh, yeah him, yeah I hope he makes it" When the hell did all that begin? I wish I didn't have as many rapper friends I wish I had way more actor friends Least I couldn't tell they were acting then I mean like damn can I get a tweet? Hey hitboy, can I get a beat? I guess if you don't sell CD's Your BFF's start NBD's At least my shit went number three I mean Fetty Wap, Drake, and Future, too Drake and fuckin' Future, dude! What the hell was I supposed to do? But I know I got something inside You can't get from these other guys Real ass songs and lyrics so true That you can't get from these other minds Right? [Chorus: blackbear] Champagne and pools, layin' by the palm trees What else do you want from me? Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give? Am I a fool? Hey, for thinking I was different Apart from all these Soho House guys that take you out I wonder if you feel a thing, if you feel a thing Besides the Xanax and highs These tools that you hang out with What else would you like me to give? I know it's not a promise, you got just what you wanted Champagne and pools