Party Isn't Over / Campfire / Bimmer (Feat. Laetitia Sadier, Frank Ocean)

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

Yeah, uhm

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, but radical

Transformation ceased to be mindless

Create our own sweetness

At last growing the heart

Yo bring the bass back in

Yeah, hehe

Who ate all the fuckin chocolate?

Oh that's Domo fat ass, haha

Yeah

I ain't trying to go home, really

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 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

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)

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

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

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

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