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 shouldnt be here
Can't stand another single day
I gotta get away
Talking **** about the neighbor wife
But when she comes
You put on a big smile
Like a throw up in a gucci bag
Shes coming in to brag
Got a feeling that
I don't belong
Got a feeling that
I shouldnt be here
Can't stand another single day
Gotta get away
Hows 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 shouldnt 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