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PartyIsntOver Campfire Bimmer

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 meUhm, 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 meYeah, 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 excitingWe're making smores by the campfire

Camp flog gnaw, golf wang summerSat by the fire

To witness gentle, but radical

Transformation ceased to be mindless

Create our own sweetness

At last growing the heartYou 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 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 smashPop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala

(And it's dark outside)

And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow

(Oooooooo)

Youre 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?

(Oooooooo)

Maybe, I dont know, I think youre chill

(Ride for)

Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs

And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeahYou 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 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 smashMmmm , 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 slowYou 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 it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my bimmer, smash

You remind me of my bimmerWhere 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.

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