Socialite歌词

作词 : Andrew Watt/Louis Bell/Austin Post/Billy Walsh
作曲 : Andrew Watt/Louis Bell/Austin Post/Billy Walsh
F*ck
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

I'm always a drink away from a good day
Put on some Jodeci, getting loose, aye
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, aye
In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid
Doing cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance
I left my Prince with the Revolutions

Getting hammered all alone, but don't feel bad for me
And my chauffeur drinks Patron, 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

I'm feeling naughty up on a Sunday
F*ck in the backseat of a Hyundai
I'm calling 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 "F*ck 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)

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