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- Better ~ Che Ecru {sped up-slowed}
- Scratches ~ Che Ecru {slightly slowed}

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better // che ecru

About my homegirl whose man got with one of her friends after they broke up smh. Produced by Brian Reynolds.

fuck that bitch

Fever in My Bed

(Verse 1) Silk on my skin, you’re pullin’ me close, Drippin' in heat from my head to my toes, You kiss like a thief, stealin' my breath, Makin’ me crave what’s comin’ next.
(Pre-Chorus) Slide in slow, make me beg for more, Got my body singin', got my heart on the floor, Meltin’ into you, lose all control, Let’s set this night on overload.
(Chorus) Got a fever in my bed, can’t cool it down, Runnin' wild with you, burnin' up this town, Touch me deeper, light that flame, Say it filthy while you moan my name. Got a fever in my bed, no turnin’ back, Hands all over, baby, no holdin’ back, Taste the sweat, hear the sound — Fever in my bed, we’re spinnin' round.
(Verse 2) Champagne spillin’ on satin sheets, Your mouth got me shakin' right under the heat, Whisperin' sins that make me grin, You’re the kind of trouble I love to be in.
(Pre-Chorus) Slide in slow, make me beg for more, Got my body singin', got my heart all on the floor, Meltin’ into you, lose all control, Let’s set this night on overload.
(Chorus) Got a fever in my bed, can’t cool it down, Runnin' wild with you, burnin' up this town, Touch me deeper, light that flame, Say it filthy while you moan my name. Got a fever in my bed, no turnin’ back, Hands all over, baby, no holdin’ back, Taste the sweat, hear the sound — Fever in my bed, we’re spinnin' round.
(Bridge) We don’t need no rules tonight, Just your hands, your lips, your firelight, Take me higher with every move, Wrapped in your rhythm, lost in your groove.
(Chorus) Got a fever in my bed, can’t cool it down, Runnin' wild with you, burnin' up this town, Touch me deeper, light that flame, Say it filthy while you moan my name. Got a fever in my bed, no turnin’ back, Hands all over, baby, no holdin’ back, Taste the sweat, hear the sound — Fever in my bed, we’re spinnin' round.
(Outro)
Velvet words slippin' off your tongue, Tangled in the sheets where we come undone, Breath on my neck, hands down low, Say my name slow, don't ever let go.

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