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

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

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

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

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

making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang

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

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm 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 some tame impala, your man got a impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't begin to swallow
fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and my muffler
Cause I you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I think chill
Riding on my pegs, and my against your legs
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 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 lights are off I'm 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 outside (ride for it)
Where the sing (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 space, the perfect two seater
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 remind me of my