PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer

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