[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