[Prod. by F.A.A.R] [Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper] We are the boys of the summer/ We are the ones on the come up/ We are the ones the girls call up/ We are the ones you don't one up/ We are the ones who gon leave and they start counting down the days and/ When we come back they know the name, and songs are still in rotation/ Little or no persuasion, hang with Asians and Caucasian/ A day spent cruising with windows down will never be a day wasted/ Problem is with these novices/ This is the dream, boy you gotta live/ Pour me another drink/ Eat at in and outs till I'm Out of ins/ You've worked the 9-5 since '93/ Don't be hating who Imma be/ Talking sparks, where your lighter be?/ Just asking if you'd ride with me, I don't care who you are trying to be/ Cause until the end of summer, girl we know your major is just a minor thing/ [Chorus: Frank, An Average Rapper] 90 days/ 90 days to decide who you love/ And I think all of this summer sun/ Is getting to my head, oh/ 90 days/ 90 ways it all falls apart/ Or maybe this is just happens to be the start/ So why not say hello?/ Oh oh oh oh oh/ [Verse 2: rKeats] I wake up to his dreams, I've already forgotten mine/ He tells me about his sold shows to neon lights/ And backyard views of the Hollywood sign/ And how we're going to live the good life/ I can't make you mine, I can't make you mine/ You said, you said just give it more time/ But every sunsets another chance to decide/ If I'm a part of the dream, or just along for the ride/ I've lost gardens, gardens just asking if you love me/ You don't answer, answer and simply to say to trust me/ But deep down I know there are many things above me But maybe I'll get lucky, maybe I'll get lucky/ Chorus [Verse 3: Frank, An Average Rapper] We are the boys of the summer/ We are the ones on the come up/ We are the ones the girls call up/ We are the ones you don't one up/ We are the ones who gon leave and say we'll be back one day/ But we trying to get out this city and all our tickets are one ways/ Just taking a break, we just taking a breather/ From teachers, preachers, meetings and standard operating procedures/ Parking meters and leaders and these people trying to see us/ And if I may say, you look wonderful this evening/ But we got a summer to waste And tomorrow's a ways away/ We just trying to get away, but just for 90 days/ Maybe, maybe Sam I'll make you stay/ Tomorrow's a ways away/ Tomorrow a ways away/