Fever (Super Slowed)

You know cold, but I'm hot, a fever. I put drugs in her crush, two-liter. We got yay, come fluffy like a bunny. Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose runnin'. I whip up shots, summertime drivin'. Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off. Up now, but you know still bust shots. High-grade, they like, "Wait, me some." Yeah, yeah. Swear to God I live in Kate Moss moments. Had it in my hands, but it Fumble when I hold it. Under city lights, movin' out of 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. Crying out my name with tears in her eyes. Key for the fifty, twenty-five eighth. She key and she miss me, callin' babe. But I don't time, bitch, I'm married to the Game. Find, find life, man, I'm numbin' the pain. Every leap of faith, I fall. Fade away to the curtain call. I found God in the bathroom stall. Forgive my sins, pray to Saint Laurent. You know cold, but I'm hot, a fever. I put drugs in her crush, two-liter. We got yay, come fluffy like a bunny. Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose runnin'. I whip up shots, summertime drivin'. Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off. Up now, but you know 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 put drugs in her crush, Two-liter. We got yay, come fluffy like a bunny. Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose runnin'. I whip up shots, summertime drivin'. Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off. Up now, but you know 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 whispers and pills. Dior on the trench, I got blood on the Bills. 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. You know I'm cold, but I'm hot, Got a fever. I put drugs in her crush, Two-liter. We got yay, come fluffy like a bunny. Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose runnin'. I whip up shots, 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."