Bimmer
Tyler The Creator (feat. Frank Ocean) Lyrics

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.