Passion

Intro] [Verse 1] We started slow, just sparks in the night, Flames in your eyes, said, "Baby, let’s get it right." Through every storm, we danced in the rain, Scorched every rule, rewrote the game. Skin on my skin, a map of the past, Scars turned to gold, we’re built to last. You test my limits, I break every chain, This love’s a wildfire—call me insane. [Pre-Chorus] Lock the doors, let the neighbors stare, We’re sweating truth, no secrets left to spare. Your lips preach sins, my hips confess, This ain’t just love—it’s a feverish mess. [Chorus] Tested love, we rise from the dust, Body to body, no time for "just trust." Dirty whispers, saints would blush, Kink in the sheets, yeah, we’re too much. Tested love, through hell we c***h, Burn every bridge, just to feel the ash. No angels here, just sweat and rust, Our kind of forever? Nasty or bust. [Verse 2] Handcuff my heart, but I’ll pick the lock, Taste the danger, every breath’s a shock. You’re my vice, I’m your bad habit, Molten rhythms, addictive combat. Floor to the ceiling, the walls sing our name, Ain’t no shame in this twisted flame. Push me harder, I’ll pull you close, This love’s a w*r—and we’re overdose. [Pre-Chorus] Lock the doors, let the neighbors stare, We’re sweating truth, no secrets left to spare. Your lips preach sins, my hips confess, This ain’t just love—it’s a feverish mess. [Chorus] Tested love, we rise from the dust, Body to body, no time for "just trust." Dirty whispers, saints would blush, Kink in the sheets, yeah, we’re too much. Tested love, through hell we c***h, Burn every bridge, just to feel the ash. No angels here, just sweat and rust, Our kind of forever? Nasty or bust. [Bridge] Wrap me in your chaos, tie me tight, Midnight sermons, we rewrite the rite. Dare me, I’ll dare you back tenfold, This love’s a beast—untamed, uncontrolled. [Chorus] Tested love, we rise from the dust, Body to body, no time for "just trust." Dirty whispers, saints would blush, Kink in the sheets, yeah, we’re too much. Tested love, through hell we c***h, Burn every bridge, just to feel the ash. No angels here, just sweat and rust, Our kind of forever? Nasty or bust.