The lyrics of hot vomiting

It's hot. It's hot

I can't do it. I can't do it

The wind is hot in summer

Hands are not hands, feet are not feet

Is there enough air conditioning pipe

Heat becomes a feeling

Sweat appeared all over my head

There is a worry in my heart

If not, how can I live

I really want to hear from the fat boy next door

He said

It feels like tug of war

It's more than a year since I lifted my foot

I don't dare to go to the toilet at all

If you don't get sick, you feel sick

You can't tell Heaven from earth

I can't understand what you said. It's not that I really don't listen

Chubby sat across from me

Our sweat is boiling

Nature gives us away

It's hot. It's hot

I can't do it. I can't do it

The wind is hot in summer

Hands are not hands, feet are not feet

I want to throw up. I want to throw up

I feel like vomiting. I feel like vomiting

The feverish vomit has become a trance

I feel like vomiting. I feel like vomiting

Heat is not transient, heat to produce fantasy

Close your eyes and see the colors

If life is noodles, I am dry mix

Performing Nanman invaded by high temperature

The fat kids next door are getting hot

I can't say it anymore

He seems to have seen through the world

Eyes convey eternity

It's hot. It's hot

I can't do it. I can't do it

The wind is hot in summer

Hands are not hands, feet are not feet