In the 602

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, six-oh-two, windows down If the seatbelt's hot, don't sit down [Verse 1] Sun clocked in before the alarm Sidewalk sizzling by the strip-mall palm I got a cooler riding shotgun like a VIP And sunscreen on my nose like a tiny white marquee The car says one-oh-nine, I say, “That’s cute” Flip-flops gripping like they’re wearing hiking boots At the taco truck, we’re sweating through the menu Still ordering extra salsa—what’s wrong with me and you? [Pre-Chorus] But when the orange starts sinking past the roofs Every porch turns into a little living room Grab your friends, grab a chair, grab something cold There’s a whole summer story waiting to unfold [Chorus] In the 602, we make the heat behave Turn the parking-lot mirage into a pool-wave From Roosevelt to Maryvale, everybody’s out Laughing at the forecast like we planned it all out Hey, hey, let the desert hear us say: We’re getting sunburned in a responsible way In the 602, summer never clocks out If you can’t find the shade, bring a big umbrella out [Verse 2] Pool day, flip cup, somebody lost a shoe The mister fan is working harder than the whole crew Grandma brought a fan from nineteen-ninety-three It’s louder than a jet, but it’s blowing free Ice melts fast, so we race it to the cup Neighbor’s grill smoke says the block is waking up A monsoon rolls in wearing purple on its sleeve Then misses our street just to keep us on our knees [Pre-Chorus] When the rain finally writes its name across the glass Everybody cheers like the heatwave’s in the past Then five minutes later, pavement starts to steam Arizona weather has a wicked sense of humor, team [Chorus] In the 602, we make the heat behave Turn the parking-lot mirage into a pool-wave From Roosevelt to Maryvale, everybody’s out Laughing at the forecast like we planned it all out Hey, hey, let the desert hear us say: We’re getting sunburned in a responsible way In the 602, summer never clocks out If you can’t find the shade, bring a big umbrella out [Bridge] Cold watermelon, paper plates Late-night jokes and open gates The moon comes up, the asphalt cools We make our own backyard rules No snow boots, no gloomy skies Just dust on our shoes and stars in our eyes If tomorrow hits a hundred and two We’ll do it all again—what else would we do? [Final Chorus] In the 602, we make the heat behave Turn the parking-lot mirage into a pool-wave From Roosevelt to Maryvale, everybody’s out Laughing at the forecast like we planned it all out Hey, hey, let the desert hear us say: We’re getting sunburned in a responsible way In the 602, summer never clocks out Phoenix in our bloodstream—turn the whole block out [Outro] Six-oh-two, sun going down Cooler in the trunk, good friends all around Six-oh-two, hear that summer sound Too hot to quit, too happy to cool down