Carolina Reaper Songtext
von The Orphan The Poet

You′ve got your head shaved, dress on
A little red shade lip gloss
I feel a heat wave, step off

Because our feet can set the fire while we're kickin′ out the speaker

Steal a slow drag, James Dean
I keep it throwback, our scene
Is speeding up fast, my queen

'Cause you're a cobra getting colder gotta curl up to a heater


Watch out
I′m a Carolina Reaper
Get down
When I′m turning up the fever
No doubt
Gonna make me a believer
'Cause the feeling′s getting hotter, but the flavor's getting sweeter

Watch out

We′re drinkin' toothpaste for fun
I wish that you′d taste my tongue
A little cool break, game on

'Cause you're a sweater in the summer burning hotter than tequila

Watch out
I′m a Carolina Reaper
Get down
When I′m turning up the five
No doubt
Gonna make me a believer
'Cause the feeling′s getting hotter, but the flavor's getting sweeter

Watch out