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