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Um, I said, the party isn't
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

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 over, we can still dance 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 earned it, my flog gnaw is looking good
On this new jacket
The donuts on the waving over the cabin
Now grab graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a 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, I'll it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so exciting

making smores by the campfire
Camp gnaw, golf wang summer

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

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 miles on ya
You remind me of my
See ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And head 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

Pop some impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you even begin to swallow
fucking nuts, green 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 don't know, I think chill
on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seat belt is needed if I get 'em, yeah

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 not a lot of miles on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm 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

Mmmm, get dark outside soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
We slow

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, smash
You me of my Bimmer