Oh, sometimes
I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never, never, never, never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy and dry
I get a good feeling, yeah
Strange voices are saying
What did they say
Things I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
This heat has got right out of hand
It's a cruel, cruel summer
WHAT THE FUCK
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.
It's a cruel, cruel summer
WHAT THE FUCK
Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown
Go-go-go to the ally, at the gate, make a right
But the slickest cats been looking for this party all night
But this ain't your average party, we got bouncers watching feet
So if you're chillin' on the wall, they gon' throw you in the streets
So feel the beat, move your body, man I best be seeing sweat
Stanton Warriors are spinnin' and they rippin' up the set
We ain't got time for all you corny suckers tryna play the wall
So the bouncers in the party are gon' probably crack your jaw
It's a cruel, cruel summer
WHAT THE FUCK
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home
It's a cruel, cruel summer
WHAT THE FUCK
Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown
Ge-ge-e jo jo uh lala hmm let's go, Geronimo
I'll get you outta here
They're not gonna get us
Ge-ge-e jo jo uh lala hmm let's go, Geronimo
I'll get you outta here
They're not gonna get us
Not gonna get us
Gonna get us, gonna get us.
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
Finally, I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own
It's alright
It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go
(Let him go)
It's a cruel, cruel summer
WHAT THE FUCK
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home
It's a cruel, cruel summer
WHAT THE FUCK
Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown
I see you baby
Shakin' that ass
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home
I-I-I wanna go-o-o
Shakin' that ass
Would you hold it against me?
WHAT THE FUCK

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