Lyrics

[Part 1: PartyIsntOver] [Verse: Tyler The Creator] Uhm, 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 nigga Like me, like me Uhm, 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 nigga Like me, like me [Part 2: Campfire] [Verse 1: Tyler The Creator] 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, it's so fucking exciting [Interlude: Kids] We're making s'mores by the campfire Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer [Verse 2: Lætitia Sadier] Sat by the fire To witness gentle, but radical Transformation ceased to be mindless Create our own sweetness At last growing the heart [Interlude: Tyler, the Creator] Yo bring the bass back in Yeah, haha Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate? Oh, that's Domo fat ass, haha Yeah I ain't trying to go home, really [Part 3: Bimmer] [Hook: Tyler The Creator] 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 headlights 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 [Verse 1: Tyler The Creator & (Frank Ocean)] 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? (Where the street lights trail, ooooooooh) Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill (Ride for) Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah [Hook: Tyler The Creator] 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 headlights 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 [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] Mmmm, it'll get dark outside soon (My baby, ride for me) Where the street lights trail (My baby, ride for me) You ain't gotta lie to kick it, darling It's cool, we're moving slow [Bridge: Tyler The Creator] You remind me of my Bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater You got a lot of drive I'm tryna 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 [Outro: Tyler, The Creator & (Lionel)] (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)