I said the party isn't over
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We could still dance,
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But I don't have no rhythm
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So f*ck it, take a chance with me.
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The party isn't over
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We could still dance
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But I don't have no rhythm
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So f*ck it, take a chance with me nigga
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Like me, like me yeah
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Like me
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I said the party isn't over
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We could still dance,
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But I don't have no rhythm
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So f*ck it, take a chance with me girl.
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The party isn't over
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We could still dance
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But I don't have no rhythm
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So f*ck it, take a chance with me nigga
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Like me, like me.
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All I needed was a stick,
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Grab the marshmallows motherf*ckers getting lynched then burn
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I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good on this brand new jacket
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The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
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Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
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Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
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Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
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I centered the mellow over the graham
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Heated it too long now it's melting over my hand
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Fuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
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Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
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Were making snores, by the campfire
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Camp Flog Gnaw, a great summer.
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..set the fire to...
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Just formation seems to be mindless
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..a sweetness at last throw away the heart.
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We got the f*ckign chocolate
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Let's dumb the fat ass, yeah
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I ain't trying to go home, really.
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Bimmer
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Hook:
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You remind me of my bimmer
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A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
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And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
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But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
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You remind me of my bimmer
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See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
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And your head lights are off I'm trying to see em
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But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
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So let me start it up and smash it
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Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala
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And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
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You're fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
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Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
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Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
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Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill
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Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
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And a seatbelt is needed if I get between em, yeah
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Hook:
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You remind me of my bimmer
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A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
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And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
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But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
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You remind me of my bimmer
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See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
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And your head lights are off I'm trying to see em
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But it's not a lot of miles on your meter
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So let me start it up and smash it
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[Frank Ocean:]
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Mhm, it'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)
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Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)
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You don't have to lie girl to kick it it's cool
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We moving slow.
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You remind me of my bimmer
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A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
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You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
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But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
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You remind me of my bimmer
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Smash
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You remind me of my bimmer
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Partyisntover/Campfire/Bimmer
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| Tyler, The Creator |
