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

Um, I said, the party isn't over

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

So fuck it, take a chance with me

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

But I don't have no rhythm

So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga

Like me, yeah, like me

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Um, I said, the party isn't over

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

So fuck it, take a chance with me

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

But I don't have no rhythm

So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga

Like me, yeah, like me

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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 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, the tragical transformation, cease to be mindless

Create your 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's fat ass, ha-ha

Yeah

I ain't tryin to go home, really

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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 tryna key up

And your head lights are off I'm tryna 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

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 tryna key up

And your head lights are off I'm tryna see 'em

But it's not a lot a miles on ya meter

So let me start it up and smash

Mmm-mmm, it'll get dark outside soon (my baby, ride for me)

Ohhh-oh, when the street lights trail (my baby, ride for me)

Mmmm-mmm-mm, oh 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

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You remind me of my bimmer

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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, 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