Bimmer 歌词

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 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 Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up? (Where the street lights trail, Oooooooo) Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill (Ride for) Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah Mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon (My baby, ride for me) Where the street lights trail (My baby, ride for me) You ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling It’s cool we’re 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