Ridin' my bike like I'm too young to drive
Careless and free like it's 2005
Had to chill the fuck out, take a trip outside
To have fun with my friends like I'm young and alive

So can I get your AOL?
Hit you lot like, "LOL" (L)
This feel like our high school days
Runnin' 'round at football games (games)
We ain't got a fuck or nothin', we can hold hands or somethin' (yeah)
Now I'm gonna miss you, oh, well
HAGS, hope your summer goes well

But when the night gets late and we too fucked up
Please don't tell your mom, don't wanna mess this up
'Cause girl, I think you're fresh, and I like those kicks
You been on my mind, runnin' circles 'round it, so

Ridin' my bike like I'm too young to drive
Careless and free like it's 2005
Had to chill the fuck out, take a trip outside
To have fun with my friends like I'm young and alive

She my sidekick, so she hit my Sidekick
She a vibe, so I gotta top five it
I peeped your new layout
If we was a movie, I wonder how it play out (oh)
There's no way that I could lose, lose
When I was runnin' 'round with you, you
Bonfire smell in your hair, hair
Friday night lights, Friday night air

It's way too late and we're really fucked up
Please don't tell your mom, don't wanna mess this up
'Cause girl, I think you're fresh, and I like those kicks
You been on my mind, runnin' circles 'round it, so (yeah)

Ridin' my bike like I'm too young to drive
Careless and free like it's 2005
Had to chill the fuck out, take a trip outside
To have fun with my friends like I'm young and alive

Oh, oh, like I'm young and alive
Oh, oh, like I'm young and alive
Oh, oh, like I'm young and alive
Oh, oh, like I'm young and alive

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Writer(s): Andrew Bazzi, Kevin White, Michael Woods, Rose Betts