Campfire is about making s'mores.
PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer
Tyler the Creator Lyrics
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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, yeah, like me
Um, 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, yeah, like me
Yeah, um
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, its so fucking exciting
We're making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang summer
Sat by the fire, do witness gentle
Transformation cease to be mindless
Create your sweetness
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
Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame impala
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
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
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
Mmmm, it'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
We 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
The beginning of the song describes a party that isn't over yet and how the singer doesn't have any rhythm, but he invites someone to dance with him anyways. The lyrics then transition to a camping trip with Tyler and his friends, with them roasting marshmallows and enjoying each other's company by the campfire. The final part of the song jumps back to a car reference, specifically a BMW, where Tyler compares the girl he's with to the car and how he's trying to keep up with her.
Line by Line Meaning
Um, 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
Despite the party winding down, I'm interested in spending more time with you. I'm not the best dancer, but take a chance with me and see where the night goes.
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, its so fucking exciting
We're enjoying our time camping together, making s'mores and having fun. We're earning our flog gnaw badges by being out here and enjoying ourselves.
Sat by the fire, do witness gentle
Transformation cease to be mindless
Create your sweetness
Sitting by the fire, we have the opportunity to reflect on our inner selves and transform. We can create sweetness and beauty in our lives by taking time for introspection.
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
You, like my Bimmer, have a lot going for you with plenty of potential for a great ride. Let me start things up with you and see where it takes us, moving as fast or slow as you like.
Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame impala
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
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
Let's enjoy some Tame Impala music and forget about your ex with his inferior car. We can share a Slurpee and have some fun. Your green top looks great on you while we're sitting on my bike, and maybe there's potential for more down the line. You're comfortable with me and we're having a good time, but we need to be safe if things get more intimate.
Mmmm, it'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
We 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
As it gets darker outside, we can spend more time together and enjoy the ambiance. We don't need to rush anything, moving at our own pace. You continue to remind me of my Bimmer, and I'm ready to enjoy the ride with you.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tyler Okonma
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@weavesnatcher8457
no one really talks about how fye the instrumental of PartyisntOver is
@moneymaker57210
ong it sorta reminds of answer, maybe that's just me though
@pixelzZz
@@moneymaker57210 same for me
@versaomandelao4385
Whats a dj producer?
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Brazilian 😂😂😂
@versaomandelao4385
Here
@smellycaravans2397
PartyIsn'tOver is a hidden fucking gem.
@sugoibakame
tru
@TheRoboHoboBobo
True as hell
@Ballin4ThaSquad
+smellycaravans But then again the world will never realize