[Produced by Ryan Leahan]

[Guitar by Ian Hranilovich]

[Intro: Wally Schmidt]

Hey buddy! Haven't seen you for a bit

You've probably been staying inside to avoid this heatwave huh

Boy it's been hot

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]

Yeah yeah yeah

Fuck your numbers fuck your limits

Yeah yeah

Bowlcut season back in business

So I'll tell them

Run it again, run it again, ah

Run it again, run it again, yeah

Heatwave shit has got me itching

My skin peeling

[Verse 1: Ryan Leahan]

Pops gone be rolling in his grave

When L.A. gone hit my hotline

Imma get the fuck out here

Ice covering all of these roads

And in all these peoples souls

But it's only on they necks out there

My cheddar got better

But I ain't cheesing till I'm in the warm weather

So baby go crazy

We'll blow the money tweet Zucky like Yeezy

[Kanye West]

Scoop-di-dee-whoop!

[Ryan Leahan]

Scoop! Whoop!

Y’all filling forms but will never drive a foreign

Scoop! Whoody Woop!

Move my parents to the keys that’s important

They put in time they raised me right, yeah

They working late on Wednesday night, yeah

I’m in college, paying shit tons

But not to worry one day we gone make some millions

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]

Yeah yeah yeah

Fuck your numbers fuck your limits

Yeah yeah

Bowlcut season back in business

So I'll tell them

Run it again, run it again, ah

Run it again, run it again, yeah

Heatwave shit has got me itching

My skin peeling like

[Bridge: Ryan Leahan]

I found a vacay outside my basement

It’s too expensive so I’m saving up

Fly out of Philly but I’m still grounded

I live on Diamond I’m in the rough

[Verse 2: Ryan Leahan]

Block me off without a hitch

But you wear my shirt don’t play that shit

I know you miss me

Block me off without a hitch

But you wear my shirt don’t play that shit

I know you miss me

It’s that Heatwave that come and go

That sunshine after all of that snow yeah

I know you miss me

I wear sunscreen I still get burnt

My new skin will show my worth yeah

I know you miss me

Block me off without a hitch

But you wear my shirt don’t play that shit

I know you miss me

Block me off without a hitch

But you wear my shirt don’t play that shit

I know you miss me

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]

Yeah yeah yeah

Fuck your numbers fuck your limits

Yeah yeah

Bowlcut season back in business

So I'll tell them

Run it again, run it again, ah

Run it again, run it again, yeah

Heatwave shit has got me itching

My skin peeling like