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Fever
R&B/Soul
Fever wurde am 8. April 2026 von De Rossi St. Laurent Group als Teil des Albums Salvation (Remastered) veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum8. April 2026
LabelDe Rossi St. Laurent Group
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K.Saint
K.Saint
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kehlani St. Laurent
Kehlani St. Laurent
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kehlani St. Laurent
Kehlani St. Laurent
Executive Producer
Vincent De Rossi
Vincent De Rossi
Engineer, Producer

Songtexte

Lussuria. Pigrizia. Entrambe squisite
Don't move, baby
Not yet
Let pleasure crawl up your spine
Velvet cuffs on my wrists
Slow drip on my spine
You beg for tempo
Nah, we fuck in slow time
Lips like molasses
Thighs like a trap
Tell me you're hungry
I'll handle that
Gold spoon in my mouth
Pearls between thighs
I moan in minor chords
Leave you baptized
Amen
Call it sloth, I call it style
Spread like sin and stay awhile
Stay awhile
Stay still
Feed me praise
Feed me cream
Worship me lazy in a silk-slick dream
Don't need pace
I need passion slow
Pleasure's a drug
Baby overdose
Ooh, you like that
Slower, good boy
Fever in silk, taste it rich
Lick the sin off every stitch
Bite the apple, don't repent
Heaven's boring
Hell pays rent
Feed me slow, touch me deep
Say my name, then fall asleep
Wrapped in hunger, drugged on touch
Sloth or gluttony
Either way, I'm too much
Too much, huh
Still want more
I don't run, I recline. That's the flex
Eat your time like sex, slow and complex
Guilt on the tongue, sugar on the breath
You call it sin, I call it success
Fork in my hand, desire on the plate
You fast for heaven? I marinate fate
Ate the last supper in lingerie and lace
God can wait
I'm on a slow-cooked grace
Grace never tasted so good
Feed me praise
Feed me cream
Worship me lazy in a silk-slick dream
Don't need guilt
I need you to crave
Bathe in the sins that pleasure gave
That's right
Let go
Don't rush me
Fever in silk, taste it rich
Fever
Lick the sin off every stitch
Fever
Bite the apple, don't repent
Fever
Heaven's boring
Hell pays rent
Feed me slow, touch me deep
Fever
Say my name, then fall asleep
Fever
Wrapped in hunger, drugged on touch
Sloth or gluttony
Either way, I'm too much
Fame, flesh, food, fuck
I take what I want
I never rush
Love on the lips, lust in the gut
They call it excess
I call it us
Fever in silk, taste it rich
Lick the sin off every stitch
Bite the apple, don't repent
Fever
Heaven's boring
Hell pays rent
Feed me slow, touch me deep
Fever
Say my name, then fall asleep
Wrapped in hunger, drugged on touch
Sloth or gluttony
Either way, I'm too much
Too much to handle
Fever's rising
You'll beg to burn again
Don't rush. Don't rise. Stay still
Let the fever finish you
Written by: Kehlani St. Laurent
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