All My Untalented Friends (Ooo La La)

(Guys, I'm not talking shit, okay?)

Celebrity party, what do I see?
A lot of fake boobies looking back at me
All the cool kids and their brand new teeth
Bathroom lines, not to pee
They're talking shit about my grey NB's
And my red Ford from 2016
Isn't it crazy that all these trust fund babies run the scene?

All my untalented friends live in mansions
And all the models they dig look the same as my exes
Ooo la la
I get it, you're shameless
You're sugar daddy famous
All my untalented friends think they've made it
Ooo la la

Infinity pool with an unreal view
And everybody's swimmin' in they birthday suits
In my t-shirt and it's stuck like glue
To my skin, security's nothing new
The Chainsmokers cancelled so the DJ's Guetta
And nobody here is still on my level
I'm Uberin' home in a broke down Jetta
(Fuck this, none of this matters)

All my untalented friends live in mansions
And all the models they dig look the same as my exes
Ooo la la
I get it, you're shameless
You're sugar daddy famous
All my untalented friends think they've made it
Ooo la la

(Oh, oh, oh)
Ooo la la
(Oh, oh, oh)

I'll Irish goodbye, 'cause I'll have a better time
With my dog, and my life
In my apartment in North Hollywood
I'll Irish goodbye, 'cause I'll have a better time
With my dog, and my life
In my apartment in North Hollywood
A simple life, misunderstood

All my untalented friends live in mansions
And all the models they dig look the same as my exes
Ooo la la
I get it, you're shameless
You're stupid, ultra-famous
All my untalented friends think they've made it

Ooo la la
Ooo la la



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Whitworth, Dan Swank, Emmyn Joel Calleiro, John David Harvie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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