Young Fathers - Fevers Worse Lyrics
Word (x8)Give me something classicWrap it up in plasticDon’t forget to pack itPack it, Pack itGive me something classicWrap it up in plasticDon’t forget to pack itPack it, Pack itMy fever’s worseMy fever’s worseMy fever’s worseMy fever’s worse (give me something)My fever’s worse (give me something)My fever’s worse (Oooh)Selectively indigenousThat’s what you call a geniusMaking it original, original, originalPyrotechnic overturesSplendid, dancing curvaturesShe said lick my (uhh)While I paint my nailsDo my toesP-p-paint my nailsGive me something, My fever’s worseGive me something, My fever’s worse (Oooh)Give me something, My fever’s worseGive me something, My fever’s worse (Oooh)Aye (x13) (Tell me something classic)Stumble to your plummet with the victim of revolverTragedy appears when it’s out of orderThe green goblin always comes in abundanceThrough the mouth, the heart shall speakRiding with my trusted steedGiddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up, yupThen the beggar says “Where you going with my gumdrop?â€Gum gum, gum, gum gum, my gumdrop (word)Clean surface, dirty *****tailComplimentary drink from Mister RockwellOpening doors so you don’t touch hellFriendly staff and personnelAmerican cigarettes, smoke in silhouettesCary Grant would’ve loved chat on the internetExchange the guns at the rangeCome ride my horse or private planeMy fever’s worse (give me something)My fever’s worse (give me something) (Oooh)My fever’s worse (giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up)My fever’s worse (giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy giddy up) (Oooh)Aye (x13) (Tell me something classic)Word (x8)
