Socialite Blues - Adeem the Artist & Caleb Haynes

You're a sexy socialite All you do is socialize And you're always so polite And your outfits tantalize When you wanna spend the night All you do is roll your eyes They crush on you (Ooh, they crush on you) You're a sexy socialite All you do is socialize And you're always so polite And your outfits tantalize When you wanna spend the night All you do is roll your eyes They crush on you (Ooh, they crush on you) You're out alone So young and full of promise (So young and full of promise) I could be your boyfriend and your counselor Cause the night might damage ya You're out alone So young and full of promise (So young and full of promise) I could be your boyfriend and your counselor Cause the night might damage ya You're a sexy socialite I wish you were a socialist Instead of worrying about your name on the list (You insist) That you should get in there for free You're too cool to pay a fee And the owner is like your family Somebody help me! You're a sexy socialite All you do is socialize As you make your way to the back of the VIP Watch out for girls that push Guys that grab your tush At any moment they'll make you flip But you're a sexy socialite And I guess it pays Cause you've been out and about for the last four days And now everybody knows ya They all want to approach ya And I can't even catch your gaze What a shame It's so lame You're out alone So young and full of promise (So young and full of promise) I could be your boyfriend and your counselor Cause the night might damage ya You're out alone So young and full of promise (So young and full of promise) I could be your boyfriend and your counselor Cause the night might damage ya Women are eyeing me Their men are buying me Drinks at the bar, you can't go far In this society So why you coming at me, homie With so much acrimony? Your testimony's phony And the truth is you don't know me You're a sexy socialite (No I'm not, no I'm not) You're a sexy socialite (No I'm not, no I'm not) Yeah you're a sexy socialite (No I'm not, no I'm not) You're a sexy socialite (No I'm not, no I'm not) Sexy socialite Always so polite Wanna spend the night Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite Always so polite Wanna spend the night Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite, girl I said you're always so polite, girl You wanna spend the night, girl Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite, girl I mean you're always so polite, girl You wanna spend the night, girl Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite, girl I mean you're always so polite, girl You wanna spend the night, girl Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite Always so polite Wanna spend the night Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite (socialite, socialite girl) Always so polite (so polite, so polite girl) Wanna spend the night (you wanna spend the night) Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite Always so polite (always so polite) Wanna spend the night (wanna spend the night) Ooh, they crush on you Ooh, they crush on you, girl Sexy socialite Always so polite Wanna spend the night They crush on you, girl Sexy socialite Always so polite Wanna spend the night They crush on you, girl Sexy socialite Always so polite Wanna spend the night Always so polite

Let me tell you all a little story About how life just doesn't always go the way you want it to It goes a little something like this Well I got a man He ain't got a job Well that man He's great big slob He sits on the couch Just drinking a beer Well that man Better get on out of here I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Well I got a boss He's a real reptile He's so low He'd steal your last smile He takes you to work Then hits on the girls He's more nuts Than 50 squirrels I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Whoah yeah Well I got a friend His wife's so fat He's got it so bad His kid's such a brat He plays his guitar On busted up strings 'Cause his woman She wants diamond rings I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Take it away, Robbie Oh I got the blues You know I got them blues I got the blues Yeah, I got them blues I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Ohhh Aww, quit your bitching Hahaha

It's true that I'm a kinda complicated dame I don't even know my original name I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger And i'm a baptized, stylized, blue-collared boy A poetry, rotary, expression of joy Stitched up with sidewalks and time-clocks and rattling thunder I'm a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger When I dream, I dream in color But I mostly do not dream And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat It is true that I've tried on different faces before Toiled over things I'm not responsible for Captured by every philosophy, traveling wonder I was a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger And I'm a holy ghost, lamp post, poet of sorts A rain drop machine shop radio source Sutured with lip gloss and hot sauce, indian summers Just a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger When I dream, I dream in color But I mostly do not dream And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat It's true that i'm a kinda complicated dame I don't even know my original name I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger

Me and Judas down on 6th and Lowry outside a café when the moonlight fell It cast itself down, pouring out on the city, what a pity when something so beautiful wastes itself I took a pull from my wood pipe as the taxicabs drove by full of college age women in drag Yeah, they're all wearing costumes and they all look like children and they're blowing us kisses as they pass I wondered what in the hell in this world could compel Any creature to smile on a pair like we were He had short, neat curls that were shadow black And I was fumblin' around with the weather app Wondering if he could ever love me back Sometimes these things are hit or miss With the perfume trails lingering behind I caught an urge and the nerve to take his hand in mine And if it didn't rain at the perfect time It's probable we wouldn't have kissed In the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District He whispered, "I'm not the kind to lie about leaving," with me clinging so tight to his chest In a notebook on the rough-hewn walnut stand by his mattress, I had drawn ultimatums in a cursive mess And then I never told anyone, kept it quiet, inspired by the urgency of the love we shared Some of our friends say I'm still alive in it and others don't believe I was ever really anywhere I gave my body and blood for the power of love and hoped that I would conquer sin But I never even rose again He had short, neat curls that were shadow black And I was fumblin' around with the weather app Wondering if he could ever love me back Sometimes these things are hit or miss With the perfume trails lingering behind I caught an urge and the nerve to take his hand in mine And if it didn't rain at the perfect time It's probable we wouldn't have kissed In the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District Then in the light of a wasteful moon, so familiar You sold me out for some pieces of silver But still I loved the feel of your lips And I never wanted more than this To kiss you in public To openly say that I loved it Oh, I write this down for Judas Oh, all of this was for Judas