TYLER THE CREATOR

TYLER THE CREATOR - Partyisntover/Campfire/Bimmer

rate me

I said the party isn't over

We could still dance,

But I don't have no rhythm

So f*ck it, take a chance with me.

The party isn't over

We could still dance

But I don't have no rhythm

So f*ck it, take a chance with me nigga

Like me, like me yeah

Like me

I said the party isn't over

We could still dance,

But I don't have no rhythm

So f*ck it, take a chance with me girl.

The party isn't over

We could still dance

But I don't have no rhythm

So f*ck it, take a chance with me nigga

Like me, like me.

All I needed was a stick,

Grab the marshmallows motherf*ckers getting lynched then burn

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

Were making snores, by the campfire

Camp Flog Gnaw, a great summer.

..set the fire to...

Just formation seems to be mindless

..a sweetness at last throw away the heart.

Who ate the fuckin' chocolates?

Oh that's Domo's fat ass, yeah

I ain't trying to go home, really.

Bimmer

Hook:

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 your 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 your meter

So let me start it up and smash it

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 seatbelt is needed if I get between em, yeah

Hook:

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 your 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 your meter

So let me start it up and smash it

[Frank Ocean:]

Mhm, 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 it's 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 its not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer

Smash

You remind me of my bimmer

Thanks to Felicia for correcting these lyrics

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