Hey you, big mood Guide me to shelter 'Cause I'm through when the two Hits the six and it's summer (Cloud)
(Come) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Shove) Shove it, shove it, shove it (The sun) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Aside) Shove it aside
I think God is moving its tongue There's no crowds in the street and no sun In my own summer
The shade is a tool, a device, a savior See, I try and look up to the sky But my eyes burn (Cloud)
(Come) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Shove) Shove it, shove it, shove it (The sun) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Aside) Shove it aside (Come) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Shove) Shove it, shove it, shove it (The sun) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Aside) Shove it aside
I think God is moving its tongue There's no crowd in the streets and no sun In my own summer
(Come) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Shove) Shove it, shove it, shove it (The sun) Shove it, shove it, shove it (Aside) Shove it aside
Compositores: Abran Cunningham (Cunningham Abe) (ASCAP), Camilo Chino Moreno (ASCAP), Chi Cheng (ASCAP), Stephen Carpenter (ASCAP)Editores: My Rib It's Broke Music (ASCAP), Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #4328574 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM