text: Uhm, I said, the party isnt over
  We could still dance, but I dont have no rhythm
  So fuck it, take a chance with me
  The party isnt over, we could still dance girl
  But I dont have no rhythm
  So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
  Like me, like me
  Uhm, I said, the party isnt over
  We could still dance, but I dont have no rhythm
  So fuck it, take a chance with me
  The party isnt over, we could still dance girl
  But I dont have no rhythm
  So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
  Like me, like me
  Yeah, um
  All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
  Motherfuckers 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, its melting over my hand
  Fuck it, Ill bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
  Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
  Were 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
  Yo bring the bass back in
  Yeah, haha
  Who ate all the fuckin chocolate?
  Oh thats Domo fat ass, haha
  Yeah
  I aint trying to go home, really
  You remind me of my bimmer
  A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
  And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
  But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
  You remind me of my bimmer
  See your ignition, baby girl Im trying to key up
  And your headlights are off, Im trying to see em
  But its 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 Im sharing Slurpees and you aint even begin to swallow
  You’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
  And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
  But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
  You remind me of my bimmer
  See your ignition, baby girl Im trying to key up
  And your headlights are off, Im trying to see em
  But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
  So let me start it up and smash
  Mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon 
  Where the street lights trail 
  You ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling
  It’s cool we’re 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 its 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?
  Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey, have you 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