PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer (feat. Frank Ocean & Laetitia Sadier)

Um, I said the party isn't over

We could still dance, but I don't have no rhythm

So fuck it, take a chance with me

The party isn't over, we could still dance, girl

But I don't have no rhythm, so fuck it, take a chance with a ****

Like me, yeah, like me

Um, I said, the party isn't over

We could still dance, but I don't have no rhythm

So fuck it, take a chance with me

The party isn't over, we could still dance, girl

But I don't have no rhythm, so fuck it, take a chance with a ****

Like me, yeah, like me

Yeah, um

All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows

Motherfuckers 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 Hershey's

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 ****, it's so fucking exciting

We're making s'mores 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

Yo, bring the bass back in

Yeah, ha-ha

Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate?

Oh, that's Domo fat ass, ha-ha

Yeah

I ain't trying to go home, really

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 ya meter

You remind me of my Bimmer

See your ignition, baby girl, I'm trying to key up

And your headlights 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 (It'll get dark outside soon)

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

You're fucking nuts, green top, we coupled up (When the streetlights trail)

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 (Ride for me)

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

And 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 headlights 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

Mmm, it'll get dark outside soon (My baby, ride for me)

When the streetlights trail (My baby, ride for me)

Ride for me

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, darling

It's cool we're moving slow

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 ya meter

You remind me of my Bimmer, smash

You remind me of my Bimmer

Where you been, man?

Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick, hey, have you seen Salem?

Oh, she with that new dude, Wolf, or, or Darnell, whatever his name is

Fuck that ****, 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