Bimmer (Live)

[Hook]
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, ah
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

[Verse]
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala (and it′s dark outside)
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
Because I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I think you′re chill (oh, ride for)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

[Hook]
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, yeah
You remind me of my bimmer

[Outro]
Alright, alright
That was cool, that was alright
Ass and fat bitch, move