103

Last days in LA, you saved me baby from Strange times You catch me cooking in the kitchen, looking in To the fire Love we'll probably make it burning at the stake, a step with me Under the last palm tree and Sip a little water from the dirty fountain, this'll be The sum of it all Oh, oh, oh Keep me on my tippy-toe Oh, oh It's 103 in the sun You know what you got Or what you want, but LA's hotter Seems to make you so damn low You don't know what you want Or how to stop what LA's got What you seen in me before But I, I Blame it on the summer Yeah I, I Blame it on the summer These nights we've been tearing are temporary, but Spit shines Surfing the current on an 80-proof serpent, your Red eyes Love above the red and hot soaked up to the nights Sitting on blocks and Every elevator in the city says it's going up When it's on the rocks and Oh, oh Keep me on my tippy-toe Oh, oh It's 103 in the sun You know what you got Or what you want, but LA's hotter Seems to make you so damn low You don't know what you want Or how to stop what LA's got What you seen in me before But I, I Blame it on the summer Yeah, I, I Blame it on the summer Yeah, I, I Blame it on the summer Yeah, I, I Blame it on the summer