Don't stop
Get it out
Don't leave a brother hangin' when he's holdin out
I can't believe this rock show's totally bitchin'
And I know that you want to be like me
But you look so out of place
And I know you got no style
Everybody come on
I got a raised truck that's totally bomb
When you're hangin' with the bros it's guaranteed
Look it's your mom [?]
High fives to all the guys
Props to the homies in the field
We're rockin' out
After school
Parking lot
Its party time, good tunes bumpin' from my truck
I can't believe we look so totally bitchin'
And I know that you want to be like us
But you look so out of place
And I know you got no style
Everybody come on
I got a raised truck that's totally bomb
When you're hangin' with the bros it's guaranteed
S** at the prom
High fives to all the guys
You just forgot your girlfriend even existed
Cuz the bros showed up and things got totally bitchin' Whoa-yeah And
We're rockin' out High fives to all the guys Maybe I'll stretch my ears
A little bigger If I get a tattoo, the girls will come even quicker
Whoa- yeah
And we're rockin' out
High fives to all the guys
Giving props to
The homies in the field... Cuz your best friend
Finally copped a feel
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