Lyrics
(Alex G)
I have a friend who sits at the corner lots
Selling pills to the girls when they cross the block
I told him he should quit that sketchy scene
He said, "Nothing compares to the fever dream, it's what I-
Nothing compares to the fever dream, it's what I-
Nothing compares to the fever dream, it's what I-
Nothing compares to the fever dream, it's what I do
(SUMMER ALONE)
Spend a couple bands on new Raf Simons, that's a hefty check
Back in the states spend time with my blood niggas, screaming out "Blatt"
Spend some time back in NYC like the New York Mets
Spend some time in the passenger seat fucked up off Tec
Smoking on blunts in H-town, screaming out "R.I.P Tec"
Rinding round with a G-lock, aim that shit at a fuck nigga's neck
Spend some racks on a goth bitch, she ready to give up neck
Smoking on 'nun but loud 'till a young nigga end up deaf
Mixing my drugs all the time, hoping I don't really meet no death
PK-Fire with the bullets, young nigga feel like Ness
Exotic weed, that's Pineapple Express like Rogen, Seth
Fuck niggas tweaking, I'm convinced they smoking meth
Posted with my Vatos when I'm in the west
There's rhinestones on my belt, there's rhinestones on my chest
Goth bitch got "Succubus" tatted on her chest
I'm aiming at medullas, fuck your BP vest
I'm aiming at your temple, fuck your BP vest
Posted with my dawg, like I'm Johnny Test
Work in the stu 24/7, I don't even need no rest
Ain't dreamt in 2 months, think I need to start smoking less
Spend a couple bands on new Raf Simons, that's a hefty check
Back in the states spend time with my blood niggas, screaming out "Blatt"
Spend some time back in NYC like the New York Mets
Spend some time in the passenger seat fucked up off Tec
Smoking on blunts in H-town, screaming out "R.I.P Tec"
Rinding round with a G-lock, aim that shit at a fuck nigga's neck
Spend some racks on a goth bitch, she ready to give up neck
Smoking on 'nun but loud 'till a young nigga end up deaf