Socialite (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Andrew Watt/Louis Bell/Austin Post/Billy Walsh

Composed by：Andrew Watt/Louis Bell/Austin Post/Billy Walsh

Produced by：Post Malone/Andrew Watt/Louis Bell

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 ********

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 love 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

**** me up it's only a body

Yeah yeah yeah

If God exists it shouldn't be a problem

Yeah yeah yeah

Socialite

I'm feeling naughty up on a Sunday

****** 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 **** everybody else

I know someone for six weekends

And never talk to them again

Call it what you want it's such a tragedy

I pulled a shorter straw another casualty

Guess I leave

**** me up it's only a body

Yeah yeah yeah

If God exists it shouldn't be a problem

Yeah yeah yeah

**** me up it's my birthday party

Yeah yeah yeah

So tell me something we got in common

Yeah yeah yeah

Socialite

Socialite