PartyIsntOver Campfire Bimmer

Uhm I said the party isnt over

We can still dance but I dont have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with me

The party isnt over we can still dance girl

But I dont have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with a nigga

Like me like me

Uhm I said the party isnt over

We can still dance but I dont have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with me

The party isnt over we can still dance gir

LBut I dont 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 its melting over my hand
Fuck it Ill bite it I burnt it but I liked it
Camping with my niggas its so fucking exciting

Were 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 Im trying to keep up

But its not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer

See your ignition baby girl Im trying to key up

And your head lights are off Im trying to see em

But its 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 Im sharing slurpees and you aint even begin to swallow

Oure 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 dont know I think youre 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 Im trying to keep up
But its not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer

See your ignition baby girl Im trying to key up

And your head lights are off Im trying to see em

But its not a lot of miles on ya meter

So let me start it up and smash

Mmmm Itll get dark outside soon (ride for it )

Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)

You dont 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 Im trying to keep up

But its not a lotof 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 youve 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