Um, I said, the party isn't We can still dance, but I don't have no So fucking a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can still girl But I don't no rhythm So fucking take a with a nigga me, yeah, like me
Um, I said, the isn't over We can still dance, but I don't have no So fucking a chance with me
The party over, we can still dance girl But I have no rhythm So fucking take a chance a nigga me, yeah, like me
Yeah, um All I needed was a stick, the marshmallows fuckers getting lynched and burned I earned it, my flog gnaw is looking good On this new jacket The on the flag waving over the cabin Now grab them crackers and pass them over here Hurry, quickly I a piece of Hersheys Darker than the of the bushes we be lurking I centered the mellow over the Heated it too long now it's melting my hand Fuck it, bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
We're making by the campfire Camp flog gnaw, wang summer
Sat by the fire, do witness Transformation cease to be your sweetness
You me of my Bimmer A lot of space, the perfect two seater You got a lot of drive I'm trying to up But it's not a lot of on ya meter You me of my Bimmer See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up And your head lights are off I'm to see 'em But not a lot of miles on ya meter So let me start it up and
Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame And I'm sharing and you ain't even begin to swallow You're nuts, green top we coupled up Run my through em as you wax and buff my muffler Cause I fingered you, you think the ring is coming up? Maybe, I don't know, I you're chill Riding on my pegs, and my back against legs And a seat is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
You me of my Bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up But it's not a lot of on ya meter You remind me of my See your ignition, baby girl I'm to key up And your lights are off I'm trying to see 'em But it's not a lot of on ya meter So let me it up and smash
Mmmm, it'll get outside soon (ride for it) the streetlights sing (ride for it) (Ride for it) You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its We slow
You remind me of my A lot of space, the perfect two seater You got a lot of drive I'm to keep up But it's not a lot of on ya meter You me of my Bimmer, smash You me of my Bimmer