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Um, I said, the isn't over
We can still dance, but I have no rhythm
So fucking take a with me

The party isn't over, we can still girl
But I have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance with a
Like me, yeah, me

Um, I said, the party over
We can still dance, but I have no rhythm
So fucking a chance with me

The isn't over, we can still dance girl
But I don't no rhythm
So fucking a chance with a nigga
Like me, yeah, me

Yeah, um
All I was a stick, grab the marshmallows
fuckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw is looking good
On this new jacket
The donuts on the flag over the cabin
Now grab them graham and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a of Hersheys
than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the
Heated it too now it's melting over my hand
Fuck it, I'll it, I burnt it, but I liked it
with my niggas, its so fucking exciting

We're making by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf summer

Sat by the fire, do gentle
cease to be mindless
Create sweetness

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
You me of my Bimmer
See ignition, baby girl I'm trying 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 start it up and

Pop tame impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to
You're fucking nuts, green top we up
Run my fingers em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is up?
Maybe, I don't know, I think you're
Riding on my pegs, and my back your legs
And a belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You remind me of my
See ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm to see 'em
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
So let me it up and smash

Mmmm, it'll get dark outside (ride for it)
the streetlights sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to it girl its cool
We moving

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my Bimmer,
You remind me of my