Socialite

Fuck

I′m always a drink away from a good dayPut 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