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PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer [Explicit]
Tyler
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Um, I said, "The party isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me"
The party isn't over, we can still dance, girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, 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 fuck it, take a chance with me"
The party isn't over, we can still dance, girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, yeah, like me
Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Motherfuckers 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, it's so fucking exciting (yeah)
We're making smores by the campfire
Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer
Sat by the fire
To witness gentle, the tragical transformation, cease to be mindless
Create your own sweetness
At last growing the heart
Yo, bring the bass back in
Yeah, ha-ha
Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate?
Oh, that's Domo's fat ass, ha-ha
Yeah
I ain't tryin 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 keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl, I'm tryna key up
And your head lights are off, I'm tryna see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on your 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?
Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill (ride for me)
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
And you got a lot of drive I'm tryna keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See, your ignition, baby girl, I'm tryna key up
And your head lights are off, I'm tryna see 'em
But it's not a lot a miles on your meter
So let me start it up and smash
Mm-mm, it'll get dark outside soon (my baby, ride for me)
Oh-oh, when the street lights trail (my baby, ride for me)
Mm-mm-mm, oh, ride for me
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, darling
It's cool, we're moving slow
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive I'm tryna keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
You remind me of my bimmer
Smash
You remind me of my bimmer
Where you been, man?
Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick
Hey, have you seen Salem?
Oh, she with that new dude, Wolf or Darnell, whatever his name is
Fuck that, nigga man
Hey, you know where they went?
I seen 'em going down by the lake
What the fuck
You good, man? You need some sherm? I got some
I got a can of these baked beans too