Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Francois Comtois
Batterie
John Hill
Programmation
Sameer Gadhia
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eric Cannata
Paroles/Composition
Francois Comtois
Paroles/Composition
John Hill
Paroles/Composition
Payam Doostzadeh
Paroles/Composition
Jacob Tilley
Paroles/Composition
Sameer Gadhia
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eric Cannata
Production vocale
Francois Comtois
Production vocale
John Hill
Production
Sameer Gadhia
Production vocale
Blake Mares
Ingénieries complémentaires
Scott Skrzynski
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rob Cohen
Ingénierie
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Neal Avron
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
No one can take me out of this mess
I do it to myself
I lost my phone, my keys, what else?
The answer doesn't help
I'm paranoid as hell and I wanna
Go home but there's no place to run
Feel like it's been forever
Since I had my shit together
I just do what I wanna
In the heat of the summer
If I could roll up another
Baby I could see in technicolor
I just do 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 doubt and I'd rather
Stay home cuz there's no place to run
Feel like it's been forever
Since I had my shit together
I just do what I wanna
In the heat of the summer
If I could roll up another
Baby I could see in technicolor
I just do what I gotta
In the heat of the summer
I'll be wasting time
In the sunshine
I'll be flying high
In the summer time
Feel like it's been forever
Since I had my shit together
I just do what I wanna
In the heat of the summer
If I could roll up another
Baby I could see in technicolor
I just do what I gotta
In the heat of the summer
In the heat of the summer
Writer(s): Francois Comtois, Sameer Gadhia, Jacob Tilley, Eric Cannata, John Hill, Payam Doostzadeh
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