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Yo bring the bass back in Yeah, haha Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate? Oh that's Domo fat ass, haha Yeah I ain't 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 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 headlights 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 (It'll get dark outside soon) And I'm sharing Slurpees and you ain't 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? (Where the street lights trail, Oooooooo) Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill (Ride for) Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah