Bolsa Chica (feat. Darren Vegas)

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