PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer

Album: Wolf (2013)
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  • Um, I said, the party isn't over
    We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
    So fucking take a chance with me

    The party isn't over, we can still dance girl
    But I don't have no rhythm
    So fucking take a chance with a nigga
    Like me, yeah, like me

    Um, I said, the party isn't over
    We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
    So fucking take a chance with me

    The party isn't over, we can still dance girl
    But I don't have no rhythm
    So fucking take a chance with a nigga
    Like me, yeah, like me

    Yeah, um
    All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
    Mother fuckers 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
    Fuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
    Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting

    We're making smores by the campfire
    Camp flog gnaw, golf wang summer

    Sat by the fire, do witness gentle
    Transformation cease to be mindless
    Create your sweetness

    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
    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 seat belt 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)
    (Ride for it)
    You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl 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 Writer/s: Tyler Okonma
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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