Lyrics:
body looks hot
It ain’t fever but i can give a couple of drugs
What do you think i’ve been studying for
I see you smiling i know that i ain’t funny
cause I cant be all the time
I need your touch too know I'm good
Whispering you'll be all right
Clouded thoughts reaching out for you
Fevers are rich they
with fever
Sweet one what's good, diva
Told her I like her ora, Rita
Everyone's replaceable
One wrong move trust me I'll delete ya
Best play it right
This world cruel with pain
Guides my way below
There's no way to see
The love I've been bestowed
Pitch black wailing cave
Panicked but not alone
a hair style
It's to easy to go with the flow
It's hard to see through a haze of popularity
To shake your head as the world just nods away
Fever
prevents my hydro bill from reaching up to fever pitches
I'll keep it simply lit, my raps exhibit wit, which would even shine through in egyptian crypts
Ill
I'm Raw, long live the King, c'mon y'all and let if fuel
Dead and spread the residue, Residence is evil, run a fever
Turn to zombie, Walking Dead,
Astoria I'm warning you
Not ready yet, not for you
Don't wanna to know my darkest lows
My blackest pitch, murder of crows
Feels far from home close
from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore
High concepts written in a cold sweat
Fever high like the price of gold get
Or high capacity clips
Sick and tired, bitch
And my fever broke and I'm wide awake
And if I should die, finna afterlife
I'ma pray the lord my soul should take
Hear my voice,
get Petrol, I play 'em like tech mo
Fade out, pitch black to the right
I run that ditch like Lorenzo White
For a touchdown, nigga from Rufftown
No I
When I got home, it was pitch black
A storm was brewing and then the thunder clapped
I turned on all the lights, closed the windows and the sun was back,
have to eat magnets (Swagless)
So if you're looking, call it off
I'm right here homie, swag holocaust
Eh, I'm fever than Justin Bieber
I tried to do
Astoria I'm warning you
Not ready yet, not for you
Don't wanna to know my darkest lows
My blackest pitch, murder of crows
Feels far from home close
wore his leather coats
Write the livest skit, mailbox, send it out, pitch
Just like a slug yo, you feel it when it hit
I burl out, meditated thoughts
they know that you so sick
Sick hustle so swift, that I seen the track jip ships
Pitch-black bitch from fools that pop shit
Lock shit, like clamps
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