Socialite lyrics
(F*ck)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
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 LA they tell me my truck is stupid
Doin' cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance
I love my Prince with the Revolutions
Gettin' 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
F*ck me up, it's only a body (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If god exists, it shouldn't be a problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Socialite
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
I'm feelin' naughty up on a Sunday
F*ck in thе backseat of a Hyundai
I'm callin' her Shrek 'causе she got a donkey
It's crazy how well we get along
My new best friend I just met
Now it's, "F*ck everybody else"
I know someone for six weekends
And never talk to them again
Call it what you want
It's such a tragedy (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I pulled a shorter straw
Another casualty, guess I leave (Ooh-ooh)
F*ck me up, it's only a body (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If god exists, it shouldn't be a problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*ck me up, it's my birthday party (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So tell me something we got in common (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Socialite
Socialite
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
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Socialite is a song interpreted by Post Malone