Lyrics Joe Exotic - Blue Franklin

Joe Exotic

I’m gonna be that guy
Up your lawn with high beams on
Windows down, blasting sound
An '80s song with the bass bump strong
Chemically-altered minds
Ain’t no crime in gettin' high
Unless you’re caught by a couple cops
Then you run, run, run
Till the head rush stops
Put a little liquor in my wine
Touch me
Send a little shiver up my spine
Love me
Even if you got another man
Fuck me
You don’t gotta tell him 'bout the plan
Yeah, two press pills too many
If you need more
Then we’ve got plenty
Young and hot, just pushin' twenty
A Swisher Sweet and a glass of Rémy
We’re all alcoholic
I feel so neurotic
I just play with beasts
Call me Joe Exotic
We’re all alcoholic
I feel so neurotic
I just play with beasts
Call me Joe Exotic
I just play with beasts
All that you see here is edible
It tastes incredible
Ask all my exes
The sources are credible
I’m out here plantin' the seeds
And you better believe
That the fruit’ll be plentiful
Look at that face
I can tell you are skeptical
If I am trash, then bitch
You’re the receptacle
This isn’t love
Just a mix in the chemicals
Don’t get it twisted
I just wanna fuck
Face down, ass up
I don’t wanna space out, nuh-uh
Chit-chat, uh, shut it, shut it
I don’t need none, none, none, none of it
Take another hit
And blow it up in my face
We can leave him and finish it at my place
I just wanna party all night, wow
And get so fucked
That I lose my sight
We’re all alcoholic
I feel so neurotic
I just play with beasts
Call me Joe Exotic
We’re all alcoholic
I feel so neurotic
I just play with beasts
Call me Joe Exotic
I just play with beasts