Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Francois Comtois
Drums
John Hill
Programming
Sameer Gadhia
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francois Comtois
Songwriter
John Hill
Songwriter
Payam Doostzadeh
Songwriter
Jacob Tilley
Songwriter
Sameer Gadhia
Songwriter
Eric Cannata
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Francois Comtois
Vocal Producer
John Hill
Producer
Sameer Gadhia
Vocal Producer
Blake Mares
Additional Engineer
Scott Skrzynski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob Cohen
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Eric Cannata
Vocal Producer
Lyrics
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, Jacob Tilley, Sameer Gadhia, Eric Cannata, John Hill, Payam Doostzadeh
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