I don't need a truck to be cruisin'
I fly high like LA to Houston
Spirits high like bourbon or whiskey
YP back I know that you missed me
I don't need a bike to be movin'
You just hit resume and I'm groovin'
Dancing every day through the nighttime
Margarita slushies with the lime
And I ain't even been drinkin' out the bottle
I'm cleansing my body like a model
Livin' my life full throttle
I ain't got gripes, waddle waddle
Like a duck to a lemonade stand
I'm a home-seeking missile to my destination
I'm a planner with a planner with a well-thought plan
An Imma fly high guy if you know what I'm sayin
Imma hit up the playa
Drinks on me cause ya boi on fire
Woah.. hot, hot spicy
What's my favorite word? Fiesty
I'm the type a guy who gon' ask you nicely
"Do you wanna dance?"
"Get outta those pants?"
"Talk deep romance?"
Imma fit you in my plans
Imma put you in a trance
Like a long island ice tea
And I said I'm working on the song of the summer
(The song of the what?)
Yeah I said I'm working on the song of the summer
(Oh, the song of the summer)
Yeah the song of the summer, all summer long
Every station on the radio plays my song
I'm a legend in the streets, the peeps need me
Everybody wants a taste of Pri, baby
Play this song when you're at the beach
Play this song when it's hot outside
Swing those hips like they do not lie
Hit me up on Spotify
'Cause I'm a really big deal, and I'm understated
Super humble
Underrated
Ultra calm
Mega chill
Rarely ever agitated
But the heat from the sun's got my blood boiling
And I'm itchin' for a song that's not annoying
And the only little track that can scratch the itch
Is the song of the summer, yeah I need my fix
Come get it one, come get it all
I gift to you
The song of the summer
I don't need a mic to be singin'
I don't need a swing to be swingin'
I don't need a deck to be playin'
I get thru you know what I'm sayin'
You can play my song when you need it
You can always count on the Prius
You just dance and dance all that you need
I'll be there just put me on repeat
Well, do it