FEVER chords by BUCKSHOT & FAKEMINK

FEVER

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Chords and lyrics for FEVER by BUCKSHOT & FAKEMINK

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VERSE

You know I'm cold but

I'm hot, I got a fever

You've been tricing the cross too later

You got yay,

come fluffy like a bunny

Blood on my Givenchy tee,

nose runnin' I'm with Buckshot,

summertime drivin' Hot outside

so we gotta keep the top off

Up now

but you know I still bust

shots High-grade,

they like "Wait, lemme cop some" (yeah, yeah)

Swear to God I live in Kate Moss moments

Had it in my hands

but I fumble when I hold it

Under city lights,

movin' outta 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

Cryin' out my name,

with tears in her еyes

She cute

and she miss me, callin' me bae

But I'on got time,

bitch I'm married

to the game

Fast,

fast life, man

I'm lovin' this pace)

BRIDGE

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

You know

CHORUS

I'm cold

but I'm hot,

I got a fever

I'm puttin' Tris

in a crush, two-litre

We got yay,

come fluffy like a bunny

Blood on my Givenchy

tee, nose runnin'

I'm with Buckshot,

summertime drivin' Hot outside,

so we gotta keep the top off

Up now,

but you know I still bust shots

High-grade,

they like wait lemme cop some

You know I'm cold,

but I'm hot,

I got a fever

I'm puttin' Tris

in a crush, two-litre

We got yay,

come fluffy like a bunny

Blood on my Givenchy

tee, nose runnin'

I'm with buckshot,

summertime drivin' Hot outside,

so we gotta keep the top off

Up now,

but you know I still bust shots

How great did I win?

Win?

Win?

Win?

Win?

Win?

VERSE

Good dope, no feelings

I'm so high,

call me the ceiling

Balenciaga

bag full of whispers and pills

Dior

on the dresser, I got blood on the bills

up down,

sideways, but I'm fallin'

backwards Pop a painkiller,

Oxycodone wit' a rock, so come on with the snacks I was on the runways, I was out in

Paris

Now I don't even leave the house,

I'm embarrassed You know

CHORUS

I'm cold,

but I'm hot

I got a fever

I'm puttin' Tris

in a crush two-litre

We got yay,

come fluffy like a bunny

Blood on my Givenchy

tee, nose runnin'

I'm with Buckshot,

summertime drivin' Hot outside,

so we gotta keep the top off

Up now,

but you know I still bust shots

High-grade,

they like, wait, lemme cop some

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