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 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 it
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & Frank Ocean] Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala (And it's dark outside) And I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swalla (oooooooo) You're fucking nuts, green top we're coupled up Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler Cause I fingered you, you think a fucking ring is coming up? (oooooooo) Maybe I don't know I think you'er chill (ride for) Riding on my pegs with my back against your legs And a seatbelt is needed if I get between em, yea
[Hook 2: Tyler, The Creator] You remind me of my...