The summer's not hot The summer won't start without you 'Til you show up The temperature is ninety nine And it can get much higher So come on over Romeo And vamos a la playa The summer's not hot 'til you show up

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new That get me high like you do, yeah yeah That get me high like you do Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up Biddy-da-dum, it just won't stop, it go Hear my heart go ba-dum,

Do you picture a better life? But I can't shake the feeling That you picture a better life, better wife, better nights, better high I can't seem to understand it How did we get so low I've been up late watching you breathe Wondering if you're going to

Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, watch

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

Tonight your memory burns like a fire With everyone it grows higher and higher I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming Come

Forever young, young, and foolish We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't care We're just actin' stupid We get high 'cause we use it People say we abuse it Bodies on the floor From the night before Teenage raised them, and nothing's wasted

You and me should go and get so high tonight There was an age the battered times were coiled up around you like a diamond cage Though your sparkle 's long resigned It flickers like the embers of a dying blaze These might be the last days of the blinding

Boy it's good to know I got a bud like you Way up, way up Way up to the sky When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high Way up to the moon Kicking in the basement To pick me way up, way up Enough, enough Hating all the same things too