FEVER versuri

Versuri Buckshot (IRL) & fakemink – FEVER lyrics

[Chorus: Fakemink]
You know I’m cold, but I’m hot got a fever
Puttin’ Tris in a Crush 2 litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose running
I’m with Buckshot summertime driving
Hot outside, so we gotta keep the top off
Up now, but you know I still buss shots
High grade, they like „wait, let me cop some”
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Swear to god I live in Kate Moss moments
Had it in my hands, but it fumble when I hold it
Under city lights, moving out of frame
West Village bitch, but she won’t stay the same
Bones too sharp, skin stays tight
Breath too slow from a long last night
Heart too fast and my chest gets tight
Crying out my name with tears in her еyes

[Bridge: Fakemink & Buckshot]
Queue for thе fifty, twenty five eighth
She cute ‘n she miss me calling me bae
But I ain’t got time bitch, I’m married to the game
Fast li- fast life, man, I’m loving this pace
Every leap of faith of fall
Fade away into the curtain call
I found God in the bathroom stall
Forgive my sins, pray to Saint Laurent

[Chorus: Fakemink]
You know I’m cold, but I’m hot got a fever
Puttin’ Tris in a Crush 2 litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose running
I’m with Buckshot summertime driving
Hot outside, so we gotta keep the top off
Up now, but you know I still buss shots
High grade, they like „wait, let me cop some”
You know I’m cold, but I’m hot got a fever
Puttin’ Tris in a Crush 2 litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose running
I’m with Buckshot summertime driving
Hot outside, so we gotta keep the top off
Up now, but you know I still buss shots
High grade, they like „wait, wait, wait, wait”

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Good dope
No feelings
I’m so high, call me „the ceiling”
Balenciaga bag full of whispers ‘n pills
Dior on the dresser, I got blood on the bills
Up down sideways, but I’m falling backwards
Pop a painkiller, oxycodone with a Xanax
I was on the runways, I was out in Paris
Now I don’t even leave the house, I’m embarrassed

[Chorus: Fakemink]
You know I’m cold, but I’m hot got a fever
Puttin’ Tris in a Crush 2 litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose running
I’m with Buckshot summertime driving
Hot outside, so we gotta keep the top off
Up now, but you know I still buss shots
High grade, they like „wait, let me cop some”

[Outro]
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