Keepin' it casual

(Yeah—keep it casual…)

Two step, drum swing, heartbeat matchin’ the tempo—

Let’s go.

Met her on a late night, neon glow,

Body like a rhythm and she move real slow,

I’m feelin’ every second but I still don’t show,

’Cause I’m cool with the breeze, I just let it all flow.

She laugh with the eyes like she readin’ my mind,

I’m pretendin’ I’m chill, but I’m deep in the vibe,

Got a spark, got a flame, but we never define,

What we are, what we ain’t—just enjoyin’ the time.

She close to me, breath on my collar,

We dance tight, but we don’t call it “ours.”

We link up when the sky turns darker,

Then walk off like strangers in the mornin' hours.

We keepin’ it casual, natural,

Two step rhythm and it feels irrational,

Chemistry match, but we actin’ practical,

Holdin’ back hearts ‘cause the beat too tactical—

Yeah, we keepin’ it casual, casual,

Not fallin’ too fast, still feelin’ magical,

Touch so sweet, yeah, borderline radical—

But we both breathe brief, keep it casual.

She texts late nights like: “What you doin’, babe?”

I reply: “Out here movin’, just catchin’ a wave.”

Then she pull right up and we drift, no name,

No promise, no chain, but we both play game.

Got lips made of velvet and a voice like bass,

In my T-shirt, hair down—ruinin’ my space,

I swear she know damn well she got me chased,

But we laugh like “nah,” never lose our pace.

We toast to the nights where we don’t overthink,

We vibe to the tracks where the kick drums sync,

We hold just enough to not fall off the brink,

Of that L-word line neither one wanna ink.

We keepin’ it casual, natural,

Two step rhythm and it feels irrational,

Chemistry match, but we actin’ practical,

Holdin’ back hearts ‘cause the beat too tactical—

Yeah, we keepin’ it casual, casual,

Not fallin’ too fast, still feelin’ magical,

Touch so sweet, yeah, borderline radical—

But we both breathe brief, keep it casual.

I like how she move, how she talk, how she tease,

She like how I stand with the confidence, ease,

But we keep it light, nothin’ heavy on the scene,

No labels, no locks, just a midnight dream.

Still I’m wonderin’, damn, could she be that one?

Or we just chasin’ nights and avoidin’ the sun?

Heartbeat skippin’ like the snare drum run,

But she wink then she leave—game still fun.

Keep it casual—no pressure, no chase,

Just a man and a woman in a beat embrace.

If tomorrow never calls, we still had today,

Two souls two-steppin’ in a UK wave.