[Verse 1]
Hallelujah!
The young king sings a song for the lover, the leaver, the lonely alike
Young love waits; if I can't, then I'll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter when the fever takes my mind
My God she came singing my name, sounded like rain on the mountain where I burn alive
Young flame burn soft as a candle lit between our two hearts just beats apart in the dark

[Chorus 1]
Spent my summer riding high (high) on the whiplash
Head back
Blowing through the leaves
Growing up a preacher was all you ever dreamed

[Chorus 2]
I got the holy roll
I got the holy roll
I felt the fever grip when I needed it close (and)
I'm at the Fever Pitch
Not quite but nearing it
Can't feed the fever yet I'm saving up my daily measurement

[Verse 2]
I'm at the grocery store
I'm buying eggs and toast
I'm looking at you and not where I walk, 'bout broke my nose facing doors
Don't let the fever get you
Got got already
Lost my soul in the seventh heaven making out on aisle eleven
[Chorus 1]
Spent my summer riding high (high) on the whiplash
Head back
Blowing through the leaves
Growing up a preacher was always just a dream
All you ever needed were lines you could believe
Sing them to me sweetly
Only just a dream

[Verse 3: Rapping]
Well I know you can't walk
With them heels in the dark
Kick 'em off
Let's talk
Let me get to know you
Well I don't know nothin'
But I'm quick pickin' up and
I think I could get you in a minute or two
Yeah if I could get a minute
Four, five at the limit
I think I might make you
Smile after dinner
Kick me under the table
I think that's my in
And I think I came for that
What comes with it?
Let it simmer
Let it simmer
Simmer down please

[Chorus 2]
I got the holy roll
I got the holy roll
I felt the fever grip me when I needed it most (thank the lord)
I'm at the Fever Pitch now
I'm at the Fever Pitch
Not quite but nearly there
I mean it man