PartyIsntOver
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 song 'PartyIsntOver/Campfire/Bimmer' by Tyler The Creator featuring Laetitia Sadier and Frank Ocean is a medley of three different songs. The first part, 'PartyIsn'tOver' talks about Tyler's desire to keep the party going, even though he admits he has no rhythm. He urges someone to take a chance with him and keep the fun going. The second part, 'Campfire' talks about the group sitting around a campfire making smores and just enjoying each other's company. The last part of the song, 'Bimmer' talks about Tyler comparing a girl he's interested in to his BMW, admiring her drive and style.
The song is a combination of three different tracks, which give listeners a mix of Tyler's style. The first part of the song is upbeat and energetic, while the second part is more laid back and mellow. The final part of the song is a mix of both, with Tyler rapping and singing about a girl he's interested in.
Line by Line Meaning
The party isn't over, we can still dance girl
The party is not yet over, we can still dance and have fun.
But I don't have no rhythm
I am not good at dancing or following beats.
So fucking take a chance with a nigga
Take a risk and dance with me, a black man.
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
All I needed to make smores is a stick to roast the marshmallows.
Heated it too long now it's melting over my hand
I roasted the marshmallow for too long, and now it's melting and sticky on my hand.
Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
It's thrilling to camp and hang out with my friends.
Sat by the fire, do witness gentle transformation cease to be mindless / Create your sweetness
Sitting by the fire, one can observe the gentle transformation and be creative by making sweet smores.
You remind me of my Bimmer
You resemble my BMW car.
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
Like my car, you have ample space and are the perfect fit for two people.
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You have not been used much, just like my car's odometer shows fewer miles.
So let me start it up and smash
Let me initiate the action and have a great time.
Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)
Let's go where it's lively and upbeat (ride for a fun time).
You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
You don't need to pretend to fit in or impress me; let's just be cool and have a good time.
We moving slow
We are taking our time and not rushing anything.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tyler Okonma
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