In the 692

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[Intro] Yeah, 692, check the forecast Arizona summer, turn the thermostat [Verse 1] Sun clocked in before I did today Sidewalk looking like a skillet in the shade Ice in my cup got a full-time job Blink twice, baby, watch it disappear and sob Dust on the truck, grin on my face Everybody moving at a two-step pace Gas station slushie, blue tongue, big dream Cooling off with the last cold stream [Pre-Chorus] If the pavement starts to sizzle, we just laugh Take the long way where the sprinklers cross the path No shirt, no shade, no problem in the plan We make a little summer out of everything we can [Chorus] In the 692, we keep it moving Arizona heat but the whole crew's grooving Sweat on the brow, sunshine in the grin Turn the fan up high, let the good times in From the front porch to the late-night drive We beat that heat just to feel alive If the thermometer wants to talk, let it talk We got cold drinks, quick jokes, and a sidewalk walk [Verse 2] Pool chair hot like it owes me rent Umbrella leaning with an attitude bent Flip-flops squeak like a tiny brass band But I still strut like I planned what I planned Neighbor's grill sending smoke signals high Corn in the foil, clouds trying to fly Everybody's got a story and a cooler nearby And somebody's uncle thinks his playlist is fly [Pre-Chorus] When the car seat tries to brand your jeans We hop right back in like summertime machines Windows down, yelling at the sky We don't need a breeze when the jokes run dry [Chorus] In the 692, we keep it moving Arizona heat but the whole crew's grooving Sweat on the brow, sunshine in the grin Turn the fan up high, let the good times in From the front porch to the late-night drive We beat that heat just to feel alive If the thermometer wants to talk, let it talk We got cold drinks, quick jokes, and a sidewalk walk [Bridge] Shade is premium, but the laughter's free Find a patch of grass, that's luxury We may melt a little, never lose our cool Summer wrote the rules, we brought the fuel [Final Chorus] In the 692, we keep it moving Arizona heat but the whole crew's grooving Sweat on the brow, sunshine in the grin Turn the fan up high, let the good times in From the front porch to the late-night drive We beat that heat just to feel alive If the thermometer wants to talk, let it talk We got cold drinks, quick jokes, and a sidewalk walk [Outro] 692, let the warm wind roll Arizona summer got a laugh and soul Hot all day, still shining after dark That is how we leave our little summer mark