Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Rich Brian
Canto
Kid Culture
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Daniel Hackett
Autoría
McCulloch Reid Sutphin
Autoría
Montana Wayne Best
Autoría
Brian Imanuel
Autoría
Ray Jacobs
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
1mind
Producción
Bekon
Producción
The Donuts
Producción
Chris Athens
Masterización
DJ Riggins
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Jacob Richards
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Juan Peña
Ingeniería de grabación
Mike Seaberg
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Nate Eaton
Ingeniería de grabación
Vic Wainstein
Ingeniería de grabación
Kid Culture
Producción
Rich Brian
Producción ejecutiva
Letra
[Verse 1]
(Tu, wa, ga, pat)
[Verse 2]
It's a hundred degrees
Why you feelin' down? What's the problem?
We just here to be free
It don't feel like this often
Bumpin' to the radio with the air so cold as the moonlight glows
No, we don't give a fuck, we ain't gotta change a thing no more
[Verse 3]
Fuck it, we gon' do it 'cause we want to
Days pass by and now we playin' by our own rules
Chase Hennessy with a kiss and that's a great view
Dancin' in the parkin' lot, jammin' to some old school
We the kings of the city
All the lights look pretty
Two bad boys like Diddy
We in the club like 50
[Verse 4]
Aye, kick my feet up on the dash
Gee golly, we just havin' a blast
The future so bright, we ain't lookin' at the past
And we're just all in the moment, 'cause
[Verse 5]
It's a hundred degrees
Why you feelin' down? What's the problem?
We just here to be free
It don't feel like this often
Bumpin' to the radio with the air so cold as the moonlight glows
No, we don't give a fuck, we ain't gotta change a thing no more
[Verse 6]
Aye, yeah
Oh, she look so good when the sun's up
But I love all the shit we do when the sun's down
Playin' 'round, all you hear is bed sounds
Turnin' up the music when we get a lil' too loud
Turn around and smile, oh, she got the pearly whites
Oh, she 'bout to suck me dry, I need me some Pedialyte
We gon' take it slow, hit it while she on the phone
Said she wants some more, keep it on the low-low
[Verse 7]
Aye, kick my feet up on the dash
Gee golly, we just havin' a blast
The future so bright, we ain't lookin' at the past
And we're just all in the moment, 'cause
[Verse 8]
It's a hundred degrees
Why you feelin' down? What's the problem?
We just here to be free
It don't feel like this often
Bumpin' to the radio with the air so cold as the moonlight glows
No, we don't give a fuck, we ain't gotta change a thing no more
Written by: August Grant, Brian Imanuel, Daniel Hackett, McCulloch Reid Sutphin, Montana Wayne Best

