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Verse 1
Creeping through the alley with the headlights off
Counting out the profit while the engine coughs
Silver on the buckle, shadow on the wall
Waiting for the drop before the empire fall
Ice on the trigger, heavy in the chest
Never hit the pillow, never get no rest
Chorus
Black ice fever running through my veins
Walking through the fire just to count the gains
Heavy 808 shaking up the floor
Devil at the window knocking at the door
Black ice fever, keep the motor cold
Everything we touch is turning into gold
Verse 2
Rubber on the pavement, slipping in the sleet
Running from the sirens screaming down the street
Mask on my face and a target on my back
Taking every corner cutting off the track
Too far gone to ever turn it around
Dig another hole six feet in the ground
Chorus
Black ice fever running through my veins
Walking through the fire just to count the gains
Heavy 808 shaking up the floor
Devil at the window knocking at the door
Black ice fever, keep the motor cold
Everything we touch is turning into gold
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