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Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Vocals
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Vocals
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Daniel Hackett
Daniel Hackett
Songwriter
McCulloch Reid Sutphin
McCulloch Reid Sutphin
Songwriter
Montana Wayne Best
Montana Wayne Best
Songwriter
Brian Imanuel
Brian Imanuel
Songwriter
Ray Jacobs
Ray Jacobs
Songwriter
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1mind
1mind
Producer
Bekon
Bekon
Producer
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Producer
The Donuts
The Donuts
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
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Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
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Juan Peña
Juan Peña
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Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nate Eaton
Nate Eaton
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Executive Producer

Letra

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 Uh, fuck it, we gon' do it 'cause we want to Days passed by and now we playin' by our own rules Chase Hennessy with a kiss and then some great view Dancin' in the parkin' lot, jammin' to some old school We the kings of the city All the lights look pretty We bad boys like Diddy We in the club like 50 Ayy, 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 We just all in the moment, 'cause 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 Ayy, 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 want some more, keep it on the low-low Ayy, 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 We just all in the moment, 'cause 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
Writer(s): Brian Imanuel, August Grant, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Mcculloch Sutphin, Montana Wayne Best Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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