Tyler, The Creator - PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer lyrics

Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We could still dance
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isn't over
We could still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We could still dance
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isn't over
We could still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, 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

We're making s'mores 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

Yo bring the bass back in yeah, haha
Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate?
Oh that's Domo fat ass, haha yeah
I ain't trying 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 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 headlights 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
(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?
(Where the street lights trail, O-o-o ooooo)
Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill
(Ride for) 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 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 headlights 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

M-m-m-m it’ll get dark outside, soon
(My baby, ride for me)
Where the street lights trail
(My baby, 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
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?
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