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

The party over, we can still dance girl
But I have no rhythm
So take a chance with a nigga
me, yeah, like me

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

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

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, the marshmallows
Mother fuckers getting lynched and
I it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag over the cabin
Now grab them graham and pass them over here
Hurry, I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the
Heated it too long now it's melting over my
it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so exciting

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

Sat by the fire, do witness
Transformation cease to be
your sweetness

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

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

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 not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my
See ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me it up and smash

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

You remind me of my
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 remind me of my Bimmer,
You remind me of my