Partyisntover/Campfire/Bimmer

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