Hot
I like beaches the way I like him
Beaming and tropical, energy is summery
And he likes bitches the way he likes me
If you come next to me, I'll be downcast and gloomy
Even under the palm trees, I'm hoping that you can set me free
Ha-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah
Plane just landed
The ground is getting hot
Yeah, let's get it started
I'm young and I don't give a fuck
But you might as well call me
Why do I feel like you don't want me?
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Por favor, no parezco cubano
We should go to Bayamo, inicia tu Aventador
Hot summer, hot weather, hot forever
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Our chemistry is undeniable
What you're saying to me can't be reliable
When you tell me you would die for me
But we met just 2 hours ago
I'm counting palm trees by the window
While you complain that Björk is on the radio
We're almost there, I can feel the fresh air
Are we in Bel Air?
You hate that I've always been a solitaire
And your attitude, boy, I don't fucking care
No one compares to you, are you aware?
I love that you care
Don't you think that you've been too far?
Too far, a little too far
Don't you? Yeah, you
Plane just landed
The ground is getting hot
Yeah, let's get it started
I'm young and I don't give a fuck
But you might as well call me
Why do I feel like you don't want me?
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Por favor, no parezco cubano
We should go to Bayamo, inicia tu Aventador
Hot summer, hot weather, hot forever
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Really thought I was latino?
Beaming and tropical, energy is summery
And he likes bitches the way he likes me
If you come next to me, I'll be downcast and gloomy
Even under the palm trees, I'm hoping that you can set me free
Ha-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah
Plane just landed
The ground is getting hot
Yeah, let's get it started
I'm young and I don't give a fuck
But you might as well call me
Why do I feel like you don't want me?
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Por favor, no parezco cubano
We should go to Bayamo, inicia tu Aventador
Hot summer, hot weather, hot forever
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Our chemistry is undeniable
What you're saying to me can't be reliable
When you tell me you would die for me
But we met just 2 hours ago
I'm counting palm trees by the window
While you complain that Björk is on the radio
We're almost there, I can feel the fresh air
Are we in Bel Air?
You hate that I've always been a solitaire
And your attitude, boy, I don't fucking care
No one compares to you, are you aware?
I love that you care
Don't you think that you've been too far?
Too far, a little too far
Don't you? Yeah, you
Plane just landed
The ground is getting hot
Yeah, let's get it started
I'm young and I don't give a fuck
But you might as well call me
Why do I feel like you don't want me?
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Por favor, no parezco cubano
We should go to Bayamo, inicia tu Aventador
Hot summer, hot weather, hot forever
You wish I was latino but I'm already latino
Really thought I was latino?
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