Verse 1 | Singer 1]
Cherry lip gloss on a Big Gulp straw,
Mama texted, “Where y’all at?” We said, “Not far.”
Windows down, got the speakers on ten,
Swear this night could last forever if we let it.
We don’t got plans, that’s the whole damn point,
Wrong turns always end up being our favorite choice.
Somebody’s laughing, somebody’s crying,
Somebody’s ex is probably still trying.
[Pre-Chorus | Singer 2]
One more stop…
One more song…
One more “we’ll be home before too long.”
Nobody’s looking at the time tonight.
We’re too busy feeling alive.
[Chorus | All]
We got no curfew, no bad moods,
Just four girls dancing in our beat-up shoes.
Sunset turning into parking lot lights,
We make a Friday feel like Fourth of July.
Turn it louder, let the neighbors complain,
We’re too young to be acting our age.
No VIP, just me and my crew…
If this ain’t living, then what do we do?
Whoa-oh…
We’re making memories we’ll swear we forgot.
Whoa-oh…
Till somebody finds the pictures we took.
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[Verse 2 | Singer 3]
Gas station candy for a five-star meal,
Got a tank on E but we’re chasing a feeling.
Hair’s a mess, mascara halfway gone,
Still think we look like the girls in the songs.
Talking ‘bout dreams like they’re already true,
Picking baby names we won’t ever use.
Funny how forever looked so close
When the biggest worry was who’s driving home.
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[Rap | Rapper]
Yeah…
No location on, don’t ask where we been.
Whole squad pulling up like the main event.
Got fries in the center, everybody steals one,
Somebody said “last stop”… we made it six, huh?
Nobody famous but we own this town.
Turning little moments into legends now.
If life gets heavy, we don’t stay there long,
We throw on the playlist and we sing that song.
No filters.
No fake.
Just us staying out way too late.
If growing up means losing this view…
Then I’m hitting repeat with the whole damn crew.
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[Bridge | Singer 2 & 3]
Let’s stay eighteen…
Even if we’re twenty-three.
Keep that wild heart,
Keep those car keys.
If tomorrow comes,
We’ll deal with it then.
Tonight we’re young…
Again and again.
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[Final Chorus | All]
We got no curfew, no bad moods,
Just four girls dancing in our beat-up shoes.
Hands out the window catching midnight air,
Life hit different when we didn’t care.
Everybody singing every single line,
Like this moment’s frozen in time.
If somebody asks where the good days went…
They’re right here.
They’re right now.
Let’s do it again.
Outro (chant):
“One more song…”
“One more ride…”
“Sun comes up…”
“We’ll be alright.”
AllieB
