Hidden Forest Spicy Trail Mix

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