Socialite

What's your job? She said, "Socialite"
I asked, "What's your job?" She said, "Socialite"
Thick mixed girls are my kryptonite
All these drinks and drugs got us up tonight
I asked, "What's your job?"
To be real, I can't figure it out
And baby, what's your job?

Some say men are supposed to pay the bills
Some say that both of us can find a kill
It's hard for me to find someone that's real
Some say that I'm okay, some say I'm ill
I'm tryna eat, but you can't cook the meal
I take you out so we can talk and chill
This conversation's kind of getting hot, yeah
This conversation's kind of getting real

I asked, "What's your job?" She said, "Socialite"
I asked, "What's your job?" She said, "Socialite"
Thick mixed girls are my kryptonite
All these drinks and drugs got us up tonight
I asked, "What's your job?"
To be real, I can't figure it out
And baby, what's your job?

Sometimes you dip and take trips and come back richer
I know I'm cool, but you keep treating me like I'm a dumb nigga
Connect the dots and I might cut you out the big picture
But you're so fine, it makes me just forget and fuck with you
You got me chugging 42 like I don't care 'bout my liver
I'm not myself when I'm with you, ayy

Liquor in my system got me wondering the truth
Baby, what do you do? Baby, what do you do?
Liquor in my system got me wondering the truth
Baby, what do you do? Yeah

What's your job? She said, "Socialite"
I asked, "What's your job?" She said, "Socialite"
Thick mixed girls are my kryptonite
All these drinks and drugs got us up tonight
I asked, "What's your job?"
To be real, I can't figure it out
And baby, what's your job?
Oh, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Axel Albert Morgan, Leon Thomas Iii
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