Heatwave Lyrics - Peanut Butter And Swelly - Chiddy Bang

Whenever I'm with him 

Somethin inside 

Starts to burning and I'm filled with desire 

Could it be a devil in me or is this the way love's supposed to be? 

It's like a heatwave (heatwave!) 

Burning in my heart (heatwave!) 

I can't keep from crying (heatwave!) 

It's tearing me apart 

It's not the same now 

We done came 'round 

And turned this music shit into another playground 

And they some babies like Huey 

Bars like a chewy 

Long as life's a movie I'll be addicted to Louie, yeah 

To all the haters and traitors I need a podium 

Benedicts, tell these Arnolds hey, Nickelodeon 

Special with decimals I'm tryn'a get my point across 

Say they love me then they flip sides like a coin toss 

Which one heads or tails? 

The way I kill shit, I should be alleged with jail 

I'm on a ledge and still about math, parabola 

Legendary shit, wrote raps in my brother's Acura 

Bro, back when they used to laugh at ya 

Cause your parents from africa 

President, but you cannot assassinate my character 

Yeah, so check the fahrenheit these days 

And stay hydrated, welcome to the heat wave 

Whenever he calls my name (Chiddy: Uh, yeah, it's like a heatwave) 

Soft, low, sweet, and plain, I feel yeah yeah (Chiddy: There ain't a place we ain't been to these days) 

Well I feel that burning flame (Chiddy: Yeah, it's like a heatwave. How we do it make it look so easy) 

Has high blood pressure got a hold on me or is this the way that it's supposed to be? (Chiddy: or is this the way that it's supposed to be) 

It's like a heatwave (heatwave!) 

Burning in my heart (heatwave!) 

I can't keep from crying (heatwave!) 

It's tearing me apart 

[Verse 2: Mac Miller] 

Ayo, this right here a heat wave 

Keep it on the replay 

Still we droppin' bombs on these records, call it d-day 

Yeah I've heard what he say, thinkin' I ain't shit though 

Got these fools pissed like they just stubbed their big toe 

All I do is give, though 

In every single zip code 

The walls closing in right now, you're just a window 

Homie, I'm the door from the ceiling to the floor 

When I spit my verse these rappers ain't rapping anymore 

And that's for sure, sorry to get cocky 

Iller than you, and everybody in your posse 

Homie, I'm probably chilling with some punani 

Hotter than this wasabi 

Pittsburgh boy, Sidney Crosby 

Smoke veggies no casey, no broccoli 

Tell your girl if she could please stop calling me, she buggin' 

I need to put her on lock 

Tired of f-cking that bitch, so I put her on top