Lyrics: Frank Ocean/Laetitia Sadier/See Sub-songs/Tyler Okonma/Paul Francis Webster
Music: Frank Ocean/Laetitia Sadier/See Sub-songs/Tyler Okonma/Bronislaw Kaper
Uhm I said the party isn't over
We can still dance but I don't have no rhythm
So ****ing take a chance with me
The party isn't over we can still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So ****ing take a chance with a bitch
Like me like me
Uhm I said the party isn't over
We can still dance but I don't have no rhythm
So ****ing take a chance with me
The party isn't over we can still dance gir
LBut I don't have no rhythm
So ****ing take a chance with a bitch
Like me like me
Yeah uhm
All I needed was a stick grab the marshmallows
Mother ****ers 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
**** it I'll bite it I burnt it but I liked it
Camping with my niggas it's so ****ing 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
You're ****ing nuts green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Tyler, The Creator,Laetitia Sadier,Frank Ocean+PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer+Wolf+Cause I fingered you you think the ****ing ring is coming u
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
**** that bitch man, Hey you know where they went
I seen 'em going down by the lake
What the ****
You good man You need some sherm I got some
I got a can of these baked beans too