It's Not the Heat, It's the Humanity Lyrics

Bouncing Souls

It's hot, it's a four-alarm fricassee boy This heat is killing me It's hot, it's hot tonight It's dwelling dicks in a deep-fry
It's hot standing next to these other guys It's hot, it's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry A blazing sun under a red sky It's hot, it's hot
It's sexy and it's wet and the show ain't even over yet How much better can get tonight It's so hot, I can't even think I need some air I need a drink
Sweaty bodies everywhere down to their underwear tonight My balls are sticking to my leg pass the 40, sippin' dregs Raise the roof let's set it off 'Cuz we just can get enough tonight

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