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You remind me of my bimmer |
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A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater |
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You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up |
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But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter |
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You remind me of my bimmer |
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See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up |
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And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em |
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But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter |
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So let me start it up and smash |
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[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator (Frank Ocean)] |
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Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala |
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(And it's dark outside) |
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And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow |
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(Oooooooo) |
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You're ******* nuts, green top we coupled up |
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Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler |
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Cause I fingered you, you think the ******* ring is coming up? |
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(Oooooooo) |
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Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill |
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(Ride for) |
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Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs |
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And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Frank Ocean] |
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Mmmm, It'll get dark outside soon (ride for it) |
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Where the streetlights sing (ride for it) |
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You don't have to lie girl to kick it its cool |
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We moving slow |
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[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator] |
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You remind me of my bimmer |
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A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater |
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You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up |
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But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter |
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You remind me of my bimmer, smash |
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You remind me of my bimmer |
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[Outro] |
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Where you been man? |
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I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey you've seen Salem? |
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Oh she with that new dude, wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is. |
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******* that ******* man. Hey you know where they went? |
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I seen 'em going down by the lake. |
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What the *******! |
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You good man? You need some sherm? I got some. |
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I got a can of these baked beans too. |
