Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator - Bimmer songtekst
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[ PartyIsntOver ] x2 Uhm, I Said, The Party Isn't Over We Can Still Dance But I don't Have No Rhythm So Fucking Take A Chance With me The Party Isn't Over We Can Still Dance Girl But I don't Have No Rhythm So Fucking Take A Chance With a nigga Like me… like me [ CampFire ] Yeah, uhm All I needed was a stick, Grab the marshmallows Mother fuckers 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 (Kids) We're making smores, by the campfire Camp Flog Gnaw, a great summer (Laetitia Sadier) (?) [Bimmer] [Hook 1: 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 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 trying to key up And your head lights are off I'm trying to see ‘em But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter So let me start it up and smash it [Verse 1: Tyler The Creator & (Frank Ocean)] Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala (And it's dark outside) And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow (Oooooooo) 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? (Oooooooo) 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 1: 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 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 trying to key up And your head lights are off I'm trying to see ‘em But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter So let me start it up and smash it [ Verse 2: Frank Ocean ] Mhhmmm, It'll Get Dark Outside Soon ( ride for it) Where the streetlights sing (ride for it) You don't have to lie girl to kick it it's cool We moving slow [Hook 2: 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 trying to 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) Where you been man? I had a dropoff to make real quick Hey You've 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