Joe Exotic - Blue Franklin

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