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Fuck
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 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.
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah...
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 (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I pulled the shortest straw
Another casualty, guess I'll leave (ooh-ooh)
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.
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh...
Album
 Socialite
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