PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Chant
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Chant
Laetitia Sadier
Laetitia Sadier
Chant
Elijah Hall
Elijah Hall
Voix supplémentaires
Parys Hall
Parys Hall
Voix supplémentaires
Jaslyn Leonti
Jaslyn Leonti
Voix supplémentaires
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Paroles/Composition
Laetitia Sadier
Laetitia Sadier
Paroles/Composition
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Paroles/Composition
Bronisław Kaper
Bronisław Kaper
Paroles/Composition
Paul Francis Webster
Paul Francis Webster
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Production
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Ingénierie de prise de son
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Delbert Bowers
Delbert Bowers
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Um, 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 ****
Like me, yeah, like me
Um, 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 ****
Like me, yeah, like me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, um
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 Hershey's
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 ****, it's so fucking exciting
[Refrain]
We're making s'mores by the campfire
Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer
[Verse 3]
Sat by the fire to witness gentle, but radical
Transformation ceased to be mindless
Create our own sweetness
At last, growing the heart
[Bridge]
Yo, bring the bass back in
Yeah, ha-ha
Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate?
Oh, that's Domo fat ass, ha-ha
Yeah
I ain't trying to go home, really
[Chorus]
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 headlights 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
[Verse 4]
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 (When the streetlights trail)
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 (Ride for me)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
[Chorus]
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 headlights 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
[Verse 5]
Mmm, it'll get dark outside soon (My baby, ride for me)
When the streetlights trail (My baby, ride for me)
Ride for me
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, darling
It's cool we're moving slow
[Chorus]
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, smash
You remind me of my Bimmer
[Outro]
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, or Darnell, whatever his name is
Fuck that ****, 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
Written by: Bronisław Kaper, Frank Ocean, Laetitia Sadier, Paul Francis Webster, See Sub-songs, Tyler Okonma

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