SG Lewis feat. Charlotte Day Wilson & Channel Tres -
Fever Dreamer (feat. Charlotte Day Wilson & Channel Tres) [Edit]
Fever Dreamer (feat. Charlotte Day Wilson & Channel Tres) - Edit
I dreamt it up
This kind of love
This crazy feeling I just can't make it up
Making love to you and you just ate it up
Don't let it fade, pup
Don't let it fade
Cuz even when I snap back out of it
I see us from above with clear vision
Now I can't do anything but fall in love
But fall in love
Every time you touch me, I
Get the fever
It's how I know that you're the one
The only one
My dreamer
The only one
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Can you come over?
Can we get to the business?
Let me console you
Tell you everything you're missing
How did she know?
Voulez vous these carats
Can't move 'til you pay me (nah nigga can't play me)
Talking shit from across the club
Wristwatch nigga try your luck (try your luck)
I was feelin' comatose
Nothing makes sense
I hit the floor, then I hit the drink
Caught them all then I start to think
Gotta figure this out, figure this out
I hit the streets and they show me love
Afterparty from the club
I hit the streets and they show me love
Afterparty, I'm throwing dubs
Every time you touch me, I
Get the fever
It's how I know that you're the one
The only one
My dreamer
The only one
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
This kind of love
This crazy feeling I just can't make it up
Making love to you and you just ate it up
Don't let it fade, pup
Don't let it fade
Cuz even when I snap back out of it
I see us from above with clear vision
Now I can't do anything but fall in love
But fall in love
Every time you touch me, I
Get the fever
It's how I know that you're the one
The only one
My dreamer
The only one
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Can you come over?
Can we get to the business?
Let me console you
Tell you everything you're missing
How did she know?
Voulez vous these carats
Can't move 'til you pay me (nah nigga can't play me)
Talking shit from across the club
Wristwatch nigga try your luck (try your luck)
I was feelin' comatose
Nothing makes sense
I hit the floor, then I hit the drink
Caught them all then I start to think
Gotta figure this out, figure this out
I hit the streets and they show me love
Afterparty from the club
I hit the streets and they show me love
Afterparty, I'm throwing dubs
Every time you touch me, I
Get the fever
It's how I know that you're the one
The only one
My dreamer
The only one
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Fever dreamer
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel George Lewis, Sheldon Young, Jerome Castille, Solomon Cole Fagenson, Charlotte Wilson
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