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It's Not the Heat, It's the Humanity lyrics
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
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
It's hot, it's a four-alarm fricassee boy
This heat is killing me
It's hot, it's hot tonight
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- Track 12 on Hopeless Romantic
- 11 Wish Me Well
- 13 Whole Thing
- 13 The Whole Thing
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