PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/Frank Ocean/Laetitia Sadier

Uhm I said the party isn't over

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

So f**king take a chance with me

The party isn't over we can still dance girl

But I don't have no rhythm

So f**king take a chance with a ni**a

Like me like me

Uhm I said the party isn't over

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

So f**king take a chance with me

The party isn't over we can still dance gir

LBut I don't have no rhythm

So f**king take a chance with a ni**a

Like me like me

Yeah uhm

All I needed was a stick grab the marshmallows

Mother f**kers 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

F**k it I'll bite it I burnt it but I liked it

Camping with my niggas its so f**king 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 f**king 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 f**king 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

F**k that ni**a man Hey you know where they went

I seen 'em going down by the lake

What the f**k

You good man You need some sherm I got some

I got a can of these baked beans too