No one can take me out of this mess
I do it to myself
I lost my phone, my keys, what else?
The acid doesn't help
I'm paranoid as hell
And I wanna
Go home but there's no place to rest
Feeling like it's been forever
Since I had my shit together
I'm just doing what I wanna
In the heat of the summer
If I could roll up another
Baby I could see in technicolor
I'm just doing what I gotta
In the heat of the summer
In the heat of the summer
I've got to figure something out
But I don't know where to start
I found my keys under the couch
But I'm scared of going out
Having all these doubts and I'd rather
Stay home cause there's no place to rest
Feeling like it's been forever
Since I had my shit together
I'm just doing what I wanna
In the heat of the summer
If I could roll up another
Baby I could see in technicolor
I'm just doing what I gotta
In the heat of the summer
I've been wasting time
In the sunshine
I've been flying high
In the summertime
Feeling like it's been forever
Since I had my shit together
I'm just doing what I wanna
In the heat of the summer
If I could roll up another
Baby I could see in technicolor
I'm just doing what I gotta
In the heat of the summer
In the heat of the summer
compositores: Eric Cannata, Francois Comtois, Jacob Tilley, John Hill, Payam Doostzadeh, Sameer Gadhia
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