[Intro: Cyrus]

It's a celebration, baby, If you want to, uh oh

Split a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothes

Laugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack muscles

[Chorus: Cyrus]

It's a celebration, baby, if you want to, uh oh

Split a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothes

Laugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack muscles

And we'll party like we're 17, ooh

And we'll party like we're 17, yeah

And we'll party like we're 17

[Verse 1: Cyrus]

Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it

Ok, ok, ok, I think I want it

You say, you say, you say, you 'bout that money

You say, you say, you say, that's all you doing

And I don't know how, I don't know how

You could hate on a playa, ever hate on me, on me

I'm kinda dope, a little ADD

But I've been making hella bangers since age 17, 17

My ex-girl used to say that she was steady dating this rapper

Like that's all I'll be, I'll be

So, fuck that, I think I'm gonna sing

So when she hears this song she'll be like, "Who is he?", "Who is this?"

"For real who is this? This song is dope, who is this?"

[Chorus: Cyrus]

It's a celebration, baby, if you want to, uh oh

Split a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothes

Laugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack muscles

And we'll party like we're 17, ooh

And we'll party like we're 17, yeah

And we'll party like we're 17

[Verse 2: Cyrus]

Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it

Ok, ok, ok, yeah, I get it

I'm pretty great, and you is livid

From a timid boy to hit making menace

Baby, I'll be on my own, turning everything to gold

I ain't never 'fraid to touch it and I'll send it back home

I've been working on the low, spending time up in the sky

Got these baby blues looking like the color in your eyes

Say you way up in the clouds, passing swishers all around

And I don't really smoke, but I'm thinkin' 'bout it now

Got me feeling way too good, got some secrets wanna tell

Just that boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud

Just the boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud

Just the boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud

[Verse 3: Packy]

Ooh, young boy blow the speakers out

I knew you loved me

You would wait in line for hours when them sneakers out

I used to pull up on you, sneak you out the house

You could be the baddest girl and you ain't have to lose your blouse

Those days, do it like we don't know better

Do it like we might get caught, every night a new adventure

Do it like we not supposed to, do it like the opposite of what you're told to

A lot of boys will tell you yes, I'm the one that know you

We were just a couple cool, heart throbbing, no pressure, life living, young house party hopping teenagers

Don't tell us though, we ain't hearing nothing

Never get enough, don't take the cake up out the oven

If it ain't about this lovin', it must be overrated

And now I'm twenty something looking back on all this dating

Never working out, I think that's why I'm over-weighting

Get back in my life again and we can get to celebrating

[Chorus: Cyrus]

It's a celebration, baby, if you want to, uh oh

Split a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothes

Laugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack muscles

And we'll party like we're 17, ooh

And we'll party like we're 17

And we'll party like we're 17

And we'll party like we're 17, yeah

And we'll party like we're 17