PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer

Uhm  I said  the party isn't over
We can still dance  but I don't have no rhythm
So f**king take a chance with me
The party isn't over  we can still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So f**king take a chance with a ni**a
Like me  like me
Uhm  I said  the party isn't over
We can still dance  but I don't have no rhythm
So f**king take a chance with me
The party isn't over  we can still dance gir
LBut I don't have no rhythm
So f**king take a chance with a ni**a
Like me  like me
Yeah  uhm
All I needed was a stick  grab the marshmallows
Mother f**kers 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
F**k it  I'll bite it  I burnt it  but I liked it
Camping with my niggas  its so f**king 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
Ou’re f**king 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 f**king 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 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
F**k that ni**a man  Hey you know where they went
I seen 'em going down by the lake
What the f**k
You good man  You need some sherm  I got some
I got a can of these baked beans too