Bolsa Chica

Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to Puerto Rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo
Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to puerto rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo

It's funny how fifteen minutes can change so many things
From bright and sunny to nothing, but dark clouds and rain
You overdraw my deposits, not enough left bother
Tough like Luke Skywalker growing without my father
Surprising you up at work, it didn't didn't didn't work
Like Ndamukong Suh, you stomped my heart out on the turf
At a loss for words, I quit my job today, I don't care what they say
Me and wilson happy castaways

Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to Puerto Rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo
Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to puerto rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo

Baby girl you epoxy, in mind and body
Spontaneous type, you kept me on my toes all night
Desdemona, made my soul feel all right
Just like The raven, nothing was in my sight
Hopping on the JSX, I wish you guys had had sex
Emotions is my soul make me more upset
Like a pirate from the coast of Barbary
I can not be left alone with a belt from fucking Burberry

Aesop's fables have always just been my heroes
In Taxi Driver, I became the heroic psycho De Niro
I refused to be clear about why I'm here, living in my hidden own fears

Oh, no, there ain't no pain pill that I'm above
I know exactly just what I am capable of
Freddy only wanted to feel real love
Pseudo, I guess when push comes to shove

Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to Puerto Rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo
Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to puerto rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo

Ain't no cheetah, but a fighter
Wish I could of been a lier
Moral code much much much much much wiser
But I lost it all in the eternal fire
Gained it back when I took the Briggs Meyer
Now I look up to the person that I admire
Me, myself, and I and our greatest desires
No more melancholy leaving my nose so runny
From a wannabe prude Playboy bunny

Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to Puerto Rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo
Hey girl, what's the bolsa chica
Ray-bans on bags packed, off-to puerto rico
Twenty-twenty-two was our summer credo
Without you nothing, but an incoming torpedo