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
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" 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)
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