I'm coming in hot like I'm James Bond in the summer,
But call me Demi Moore when I trade that Ashton for a Hummer.
Blame it on me, chilling in Rio, 84 like the lumber,
Changing the world in my sleep, a midsummer slumber bummer
Blackberry's and old Mac's at my bedside,
I'm sipping Wild Cherry and bumpin some mixes off of Bonafide,
Sonic nights and empty street car rides,
Flashing lights Dweleing on these past times.
Now, I don't know if you know me but you're about to know me.
I said I don't know if you know me but you gotta know me.
It's about time like Melvin and the Blue Notes
I rolled through, bumping Beastie Boy's like I'm yelling about the redcoats.
She said "Let's coast."
While she was fading fast and we were listening to Best Coast.
In our best clothes.
She said, "Let's get out of here we don't need them we can forget those"

Bad vibes,
Yeah, yeah
We can't forget those
Bad vibes,
Yeah, yeah

We can't forget those
Summer days in your black skirt,
Late nights in my windbreaker,
Muddy boots and a dress shirt,
Up all night playing Wind Waker.
Jansports in my back seat, going nowhere.
Gonna climb this mountain till there's no air.
On my last strike, got no spare.
Everyone is right when they say that life is no fair,
But maybe I was naive, and maybe I was tried and true,
Always wandering, never thinking I'd collide with you,
This side of you, the one you talk about when I drive with you,
Summer sun, fall fires, nothing could ever tie with you.
Look,
Every single season to every winding road,
Every dream you're dreaming to every one you know,
Everyone's gotta reason to let the good times roll,
So let's get out of here we don't need them we can forget those

Bad vibes,
Yeah, yeah
We can't forget those
Bad vibes,
Yeah, yeah