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.