You remind me of my bimmer
lot of [bad word] 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 [bad word] nuts, green top we're coupled [bad word] my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think a [bad word] ring [bad word] 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...