Foxed Wolf Haley Temp 2

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 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 (And it's dark outside) And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow (Oooooooo) You're f**king 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 f**king ring is coming up? (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 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 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 Mmmm, It'll get dark outside soon (ride for it) Where the streetlights sing (ride for it) You don't have to lie girl to kick it its cool We 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