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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Loud House
The Loud House
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Doug Rockwell
Doug Rockwell
Composer
KAYE MOLLY ANNE
KAYE MOLLY ANNE
Composer
Michelle Robin Lewis
Michelle Robin Lewis
Composer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Michelle Robin Lewis, Douglas Michael Leibowitz, Molly Kaye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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