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

The party isn't over, we can 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 still dance, but I don't no rhythm
So fucking take a chance me

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

Yeah, um
All I was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Mother getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw is looking good
On this new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the
Now them graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be
I the mellow over the graham
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

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

Sat by the fire, do gentle
Transformation 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 remind me of my
See your ignition, baby girl I'm 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 it up and smash

Pop some tame impala, your man got a impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you even begin to swallow
You're fucking nuts, green top we up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my
I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I know, I think you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your
And a seat belt is 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 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 lights 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 outside (ride for it)
Where the sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
We slow

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