Bolsa Chica ft. Darren Vegas Lyrics

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