We're set and ready to tear this city apart from the inside out to find just what we're looking for. Send in a search party. We're in need of assistance. Oh, it's going down. So take cover while we take aim. This is the only life you get and you're wasting it away.
Cut to the chase, it's time to live it up. Grab your friends, let's hit the road and have the time of your life. Go harcore dancin', party crashin', Four Year's blastin'. Let's tear it up. This is the sound of what friends are for. Got my niggas by my side and we've got it right this time. Cut to the chase, three cheers all around to the boys who own this town.
Everything we need is right here. Late nights with the guys and a couple of beers. Split screen, get mean. Fuck your so-called scene. I'd rather be front line than Third String. If you take life too serious you'll never make it out alive, but if I try you have no idea how high I can fly.
Cut to the chase, it's time to live it up. Grab your friends, let's hit the road and have the time of your life. Go harcore dancin', party crashin', Four Year's blastin'. Let's tear it up. This is the sound of what friends are for. Got my niggas by my side and we've got it right this time. Cut to the chase, three cheers all around to the boys who own this town.
This is a slap in the face. This is your wake call. So get it together. Chug away. Drown the squares. Say goodbye. Out with the old and in with the new. Don't be such a Richard. I love it. Welcome to the time of your life. Let's live it up.
Cut to the chase, it's time to live it up. Grab your friends, let's hit the road and have the time of your life. Go harcore dancin', party crashin', Four Year's blastin'. Let's tear it up. This is the sound of what friends are for. Got my niggas by my side and we've got it right this time. Cut to the chase, three cheers all around to the boys who own this town.