In primo piano
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Guitar
Louis Bell
Programming
Andrew Watt
Guitar
Alexandria Griffin
Choir
Amanda Adams
Choir
Anthony Jawan
Choir
Brooke Brewer
Choir
Carl Foster
Choir
Chelsea West
Choir
Dwanna Orange
Choir
Herman Bryant III
Choir
Jajuan Glasper
Choir
Jasmine Patton
Choir
Jason White
Choir
Jerel Duren
Choir
JeRonelle McGhee
Choir
Kristin-Ilycia Lowe
Choir
Lanita Smith
Choir
Nelle Rose
Choir
N Grier
Choir
Ashly Williams
Choir
Carmel Echols
Choir
Chelsea Miller
Choir
Jason McGee
Choir
Cassandra Chism
Choir
Natalie LaFourche
Choir
Tiffany Commons
Choir
Teresa Davis
Choir
Taneka Lemle
Choir
Brianna Lankford
Choir
Anthony Johnson
Choir
Zachary Moore
Choir
Vernon Burris
Choir
Michael Essex
Choir
Derrick Jenkins
Choir
Marquee Perkins
Choir
Camille Grigsby
Choir
Nicole Stevens
Choir
Quishima Dixon
Choir
Skyler Pugh
Choir
Shannon Pierre
Choir
Corinthian Buffington
Choir
Phylicia Hill
Choir
George Hamilton
Choir
James Connor
Choir
Michael Joseph Adkins
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Andrew Watt
Songwriter
Austin Post
Songwriter
Billy Walsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post Malone
Producer
Louis Bell
Producer
Andrew Watt
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Marco Sonzini
Recording Engineer
Jed Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe Dougherty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tommy Turner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Braden Bursteen
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Lamalfa
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Testi
Give me somethin' I can feel
Light a cigarette just so I can breathe
Give me somethin', somethin' real
Seven hundred feet off the coast of Greece
Give me somethin' I can feel
No reservation, pull up twenty deep
Give me somethin', somethin' real
I would trade it all just to be at peace
Stop, the gear's too high, this is overload
And no matter what car is sittin' outside
It's a lonely road
It's a double-edged sword
Cuttin' off ties with the ones I know
So tell me how the fuck am I still alive?
It's a miracle (no)
And I can't believe
Ran through a B at Louis V
It's what I need right now (oh)
It's just money
At the gates of hell, no VIP
Everybody waits in line
So give me somethin' I can feel
720S, 750V
Give me somethin', somethin' real
I was in Maldives sippin' burgundy
Give me somethin' I can feel
Prada on my dick, Prada on my sleeves
Give me somethin', somethin' real
I could play that pussy like it's Für Elise
I got real habits
I'm a snowmobile addict
Teal Patek
Steel when I feel panic, ah
Throw a mil at it
Problem, throw a pill at it
Still at it, sign another deal addict (uh)
And I can't believe
Everybody gets to drink for free
So give me one more round (oh)
No cover fee
At the gates of hell, no VIP
Everybody waits in line
So give me somethin' I can feel
Light a cigarette just so I can breathe
Give me somethin', somethin' real
How much psilocybin can a human eat?
Give me somethin' I can feel
Whiskey lullaby just to fall asleep
Give me somethin', somethin' real
And it's what I want, it ain't what I need
(Give me somethin' I can feel)
Got everything, guess I'm hard to please
(Give me somethin', somethin' real)
I would trade my life just to be at peace
(Give me somethin' I can feel)
(Give me somethin', somethin' real)
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Andrew Watt, Billy Walsh
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