Lirik Lagu PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer - Tyler, The Creator
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Um, I said, the party isn't overWe can still dance, but I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can still dance girlBut I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with a niggaLike me, yeah, like me
Um, I said, the party isn't overWe can still dance, but I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can still dance girlBut I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with a niggaLike me, yeah, like me
Yeah, umAll I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallowsMother fuckers getting lynched and burnedI earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking goodOn this brand new jacketThe donuts on the flag waving over the cabinNow grab them graham crackers and pass them over hereHurry, quickly I need a piece of HersheysDarker than the corners of the bushes we be lurkingI centered the mellow over the grahamHeated it too long now it's melting over my handFuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked itCamping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
We're making smores by the campfireCamp flog gnaw, golf wang summer
Sat by the fire, do witness gentleTransformation cease to be mindlessCreate your sweetness
You remind me of my BimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my BimmerSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key upAnd your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'emBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterSo let me start it up and smash
Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame impalaAnd I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallowYou're fucking nuts, green top we coupled upRun my fingers through em as you wax and buff my mufflerCause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chillRiding on my pegs, and my back against your legsAnd a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
You remind me of my BimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my BimmerSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key upAnd your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'emBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterSo let me start it up and smash
Mmmm, it'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)(Ride for it)You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its coolWe moving slow
You remind me of my BimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my Bimmer, smashYou remind me of my Bimmer
The party isn't over, we can still dance girlBut I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with a niggaLike me, yeah, like me
Um, I said, the party isn't overWe can still dance, but I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can still dance girlBut I don't have no rhythmSo fucking take a chance with a niggaLike me, yeah, like me
Yeah, umAll I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallowsMother fuckers getting lynched and burnedI earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking goodOn this brand new jacketThe donuts on the flag waving over the cabinNow grab them graham crackers and pass them over hereHurry, quickly I need a piece of HersheysDarker than the corners of the bushes we be lurkingI centered the mellow over the grahamHeated it too long now it's melting over my handFuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked itCamping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
We're making smores by the campfireCamp flog gnaw, golf wang summer
Sat by the fire, do witness gentleTransformation cease to be mindlessCreate your sweetness
You remind me of my BimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my BimmerSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key upAnd your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'emBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterSo let me start it up and smash
Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame impalaAnd I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallowYou're fucking nuts, green top we coupled upRun my fingers through em as you wax and buff my mufflerCause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chillRiding on my pegs, and my back against your legsAnd a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
You remind me of my BimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my BimmerSee your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key upAnd your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'emBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterSo let me start it up and smash
Mmmm, it'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)(Ride for it)You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its coolWe moving slow
You remind me of my BimmerA lot of trunk space, the perfect two seaterYou got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep upBut it's not a lot of miles on ya meterYou remind me of my Bimmer, smashYou remind me of my Bimmer
