VERSE
Come again
Hold up come again
I can’t hear you
Beat knocking way too loud in the sub
Louis-Vuitton Don’ like I’m Kanye
If you mad then go home, play it that way
Truth teller
Win the street, Balboa
Margiela, known to be a fashion killa
Summertime, with my window down bumpin’ LAEL
In the new Monte Carlo, YOLO
VERSE
I don’t consider myself a saint
I would have it any other way
My knees are sore and my feet hurt
But hey
I’m not holding onto secrets
I can’t stand it for a day
But I know, I know, I know
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
PRE-CHORUS
Every time I’m on my skateboard or on a drive
You’re on my mind, it won’t stop going (or going, or going)
CHORUS
You’re dancing on the glass, I’ll be dancing on the bass
In the middle of the parking lot
I’ll put you on my side, you can put me on your mind
In the way, in the way we go
POST-CHORUS
Dancing in the parking lot
Dancing in the parking lot
Dancing in the parking lot
Dancing in the parking lot
VERSE
I can be your better one while I take you out to dinner
Hun you can be my Mrs. Miyagi, I’ll be your Daniel-son
I’ll show you my karate, I don't like Maserati
I was thinking maybe we could kick it in the department store
How many people pour their milk before their cereal
One hand up if you late to job interviews
How many dates have you had that ended horrible
Tryna get a break from the kids, well good luck
OUTRO
Gimme something that we can move to
Gimme something that we can dance to
In the parking lot let me love you
In the parking lot
Come again