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Fever

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Fever fue lanzado el 22 de agosto de 2025 por - como parte del álbum Fever

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Buckshot

Voces

fakemink

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

oscar18

Composición

Grimoire

Composición

Tina Temps

Letra

Woody Hammer

Letra

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

oscar18

Producción

Grimoire

Producción

Letra

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

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

Q for the fifty, 25 eighth

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)

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 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

High-grade, they like, "Wait, wait, wait, wait"

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 Xanax

I was on the runways, I was out in Paris

Now I don't even leave the house, I'm embarrassed

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

High-grade, they like, "Wait, lemme cop some"

Oscar

Written by: Grimoire, Tina Temps, Woody Hammer, oscar18

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