Uhm  I said  the party isn't over

We can still dance  but I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with me

The party isn't over  we can still dance girl

But I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with a nigga

Like me  like me

Uhm  I said  the party isn't over

We can still dance  but I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with me

The party isn't over  we can still dance gir

LBut I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with a nigga

Like me  like me

Yeah  uhm

All I needed was a stick  grab the marshmallows
Mother fuckers getting lynched and burned

I earned it  my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here

Hurry  quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now it's melting over my hand
Fuck it  I'll bite it  I burnt it  but I liked it
Camping with my niggas  its so fucking exciting

We're making smores by the campfire

Camp flog gnaw  golf wang summer

Sat by the fire
To witness gentle  but radical
Transformation ceased to be mindless

Create our own sweetness

At last growing the heart

You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space  the perfect two seater

You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer

See your ignition  baby girl I'm trying to key up

And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

So let me start it up and smash

Pop some Tame Impala  your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow

Ou're fucking nuts  green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you  you think the fucking ring is coming up
Maybe  I don't know  I think you're chill
Riding on my pegs  and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em  yeah
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space  the perfect two seater

You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer

See your ignition  baby girl I'm trying to key up

And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

So let me start it up and smash

Mmmm   It'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)

Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)

You don't have to lie girl to kick it its cool
We moving slow
You remind me of my bimmer

A lot of trunk space  the perfect two seater

You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer  smash

You remind me of my bimmer

Where you been man

I had a drop off to make real quick  Hey you've seen Salem

Oh she with that new dude  wolf  or  Darnell  whatever his name is
Fuck that nigga man  Hey you know where they went
I seen 'em going down by the lake
 What the fuck

You good man  You need some sherm  I got some

I got a can of these baked beans too