Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean, Lætitia Sadier - PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer

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, its so fucking exciting 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 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 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 tryna key up And your head lights are off I'm tryna 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? 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 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 tryna key up And your head lights are off I'm tryna see 'em But it's not a lot a miles on ya meter So let me start it up and smash Mmm-mmm, it'll get dark outside soon (my baby, ride for me) Ohhh-oh, when the street lights trail (my baby, ride for me) Mmmm-mmm-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 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