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

The isn't over, we can still dance girl
But I don't have no
So take a chance with a nigga
me, yeah, like me

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

The party isn't over, we can dance girl
But I don't have no
So fucking take a with a nigga
me, yeah, like me

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, the marshmallows
Mother fuckers getting and burned
I earned it, my gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new
The donuts on the waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass over here
Hurry, I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the of the bushes we be lurking
I the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now it's melting my hand
Fuck it, bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so fucking

We're making smores by the
flog gnaw, golf wang summer

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

You me of my Bimmer
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 me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And head 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 some tame impala, man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing and you ain't even begin to swallow
You're fucking nuts, top we coupled up
Run my fingers em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking is coming up?
Maybe, I know, I think you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back your legs
And a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em,

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
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 head are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
So let me it up and smash

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

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