PartyisntoverCampfireBimmer

Uhm 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 like me

Uhm 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 gir

LBut I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with a nigga

Like me like me

Yeah uhm

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
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 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
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
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