Fever

[Chorus: fakemink & Buckshot]

You know I'm cold, but I'm hot, 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, let me cop some" (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Buckshot]

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

B-b-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

[Verse 2: fakemink]

Q-Q-Q for the fifty, twenty-fivе eighth

She cute and she miss me, callin' me bae

But I don't got time, bitch, I'm married to the game

Fast l— fast life, man, I'm lovin' this pace

[Verse 3: Buckshot]

Every leap of faith, I 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

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, let me cop some"

You know I'm cold, but I'm hot, 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—"

[Verse 4: Buckshot]

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

U-u-u-up, down, sideways, but I'm fallin' 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

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, let me cop some"

[Outro]

(Oscar)