Post Malone - Socialite lyrics

(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 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, "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