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100 Degrees
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Pop
100 Degrees was released on July 4, 2025 by Houston Keen Music as a part of the album 100 Degrees - Single
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Release DateJuly 4, 2025
LabelHouston Keen Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Houston Keen
Houston Keen
Lead Vocals
Logan Fischer
Logan Fischer
Drums
Zachary Petty
Zachary Petty
Electric Guitar
Jordan Crawford
Jordan Crawford
Bass Guitar
Wilson Stern
Wilson Stern
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Houston Keen
Houston Keen
Songwriter
Logan Fischer
Logan Fischer
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logan Fischer
Logan Fischer
Producer

Lyrics

It's a hundred degrees in the shade, hot enough to faint
You're soaked in the water, and washed by the waves, you know
You know
It's a hundred degrees in the shade, a moth to the flame
You sweat a set of bullets, it feels like rain to me
Cause honey, you taste like sugar in the summertime
Candy in the pantry after midnight
A quick fix, for a late kiss
And you burn me, to a gold crisp
You melt like butter on a silver plate
Swimming in the oil and only half-baked
A sweet treat, on the bedsheets
A recipe, that's certainly
A hundred degrees in the shade, hot enough to faint
You're soaked in the water, and washed by the waves, you know
You know
It's a hundred degrees in the shade
A moth to the flame, you sweat a set of bullets
It feels like rain to me
Cause honey, you taste like sugar in the summertime
Caramel candy in the moonlight
Gentle hands, on the tinfoil
A cold switch, to a quick boil
It's a hundred degrees in the shade
Hot enough to faint
You're soaked in the water
And washed by the waves, you know
You know
It's a hundred degrees in the shade
A moth to the flame
You sweat a set of bullets, it feels like rain to me
It's a burnt tongue, on your soft lips
A smooth trace, with your fingertips
A sweet treat, on the bedsheet
A recipe, that's certainly
A hundred degrees in the shade
Hot enough to fade
You're soaked in the water
And washed by the waves, you know
You know
A burnt tongue, your soft lips
A smooth trace with your fingertips
It's a hundred degrees in the shade
A moth to the flame
You sweat a set of bullets, it feels like rain to me
A sweet treat, on the bedsheet
A recipe, that's certainly
Written by: Houston Keen
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