Prompt / 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]
Tags
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
Duration
2:40
Instrumental
No
Created
12/31/2025