Socialite

Fuck I'm always a drink away from a good day Put on some Jodeci, gettin' loose, ayy I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher Maybe that's why they put up with all my bullshit And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, ayy In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid Doin' cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance I left my Prince with the Revolutions Get hammered all alone But don't feel bad for me And my chauffeur drinks Patrón So call a cab for me, and I'll leave Fuck me up, it's only a body (yeah, yeah, yeah) If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem (yeah, yeah, yeah) Socialite I'm feelin' naughty up on a Sunday Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai I'm callin' her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey It's crazy how well we get along My new best friend I just met Now it's, "Fuck everybody else" You love someone for six weekends And never talk to them again Call it what you want It's such a tragedy I pulled the shortest straw Another casualty, guess I'll leave Fuck me up, it's only a body (yeah, yeah, yeah) If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem (yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck me up, it's my birthday party (yeah, yeah, yeah) So tell me something we got in common (yeah, yeah, yeah) Socialite, socialite