Bourgeois Shangri-La Lyrics

Vacation and barbecue
Smart talking and nothing to do
Keep you locked in a shopping cart
A Bourgeois Shangri-La

Got a feeling that I don’t belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn’t be here
Can’t stand another single day
I gotta get away

Talking s*** about the neighbor wife
But when she comes you put on a big smile
Like a throw up in a Gucci Bag
She’s coming in to brag

Got a feeling that I don’t belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn’t be here
Can’t stand another single day
Gotta get away

How’s it all go in a gray shiny car
Things just you prove you go far
So the streamer watching TV cute little dog
Perfect in your shallow Bourgeois Shangri-La

Got a feeling that I don’t belong
I got a feeling that I shouldn’t be here
Can’t stand another single day
I gotta get away
Ohhh….
Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…..
I, I, I gotta get away….
Gotta get away….
I gotta I gotta I get away….
Oooo oooo oooo…..
Mmmm mmm mmm…..
Yeah yeah yeah….
La la la….
Away way way…..
Ahhh….
La la la….
Ahhh….
Gotta get away.