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Fever

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fever was released on August 22, 2025 by - as a part of the album Fever

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Buckshot

Vocals

fakemink

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

oscar18

Composer

Grimoire

Composer

Tina Temps

Lyrics

Woody Hammer

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

oscar18

Producer

Grimoire

Producer

Lyrics

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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