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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Throwing clothes in a suitcase
Two tickets, one wild bet
You laugh, say “this feels crazy”
I say, “we ain’t seen crazy yet”
[Pre-Chorus]
Palm to your palm
I feel the fight and the calm
Every border we cross
We’re finding pieces we lost
[Chorus]
We’re fighting for love, I melt into you
Bodies in motion, hearts breaking through
Every touch, every breath, feels brand new
We’re fighting for love, I melt into you
[Verse 2]
Backseat naps on the highway
Your hair tangled in my ring
Cheap room, rain on the window
Your mouth on mine, I can’t think
[Pre-Chorus]
You pull me in close
Taste of sweat, cherry gloss
We could lose this world
But we ain’t taking this off
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Hands on my neck, your hips on my thigh
We move like a prayer, like a reason why
[rap, playful]
Stamps on the passport, sand in the sheets
We argue, we make up, repeat on repeat
From backroad bars to rooftop skies
We clash, we crash, we rise
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Global pop-R&B cocktail with male/female duet vocals, glossy synths over a bhangra-infused groove and hypnotic krautrock pulse. Verses start intimate with sparse keys, low bass, and subtle Irish fiddle phrases; pre-chorus adds claps and airy pads that rise into a big trance-leaning hook. Chorus stacks harmonies and call-and-response ad-libs; middle drop brings in a hip hop/hip pop bounce with a short rap, then everything slams back for a final, euphoric chorus., hip pop, pop, hip hop, r&b, trance, bhangra, irish folk
Credits
Prompt by
romoe69
romoe69ModelAria v5
Prompt
Fighting for love, our hearts melting together, partnership, travel, kissing, love making, touching, pop, r&b, bhangra, krautrock, irish folk, hip pop, trance, hip hop.
