The mic drops, we don't stop
Pretend the sun's never coming up
High tops, tube socks
(Ooh, I literally love this song!) (Shut up, so do I!) Following the trends even though we'd rather not
Guess it's just whatever (whatever)
Put your hands in the air like the ceiling ain't there
Make this last forever
(Make a hole, make a hole! This song is my jam!) Yeah there's nothing worse than that guy over there
(I should hate it, but I don't!) And nothing's better than the best, best, best thing ever! (Uh-huh!)
(Likewise, curse this inane, yet diabolically catchy, tune!) Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh
Friday nights, summer lights
Just me, my friends and I
Top down, peel out (peel out)
But I'm yelling at my mom, 'cause I'm still too young to drive (MOM!)
Guess it's just whatever
(I love this song!) Put your hands in the air like the ceiling ain't there
Make this last forever
Yeah, there's nothing worse than that thing over there (Ugh!)
And nothing's better than the best, (best) best, (best) best thing ever
Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh