Flames flicker in his eyes as he leans close, voice a sultry whisper You hear that? It's the sound of a heart on fire, burning for you. Tell me, what's a life worth if it's not lived for love?
Intro Midnight in the studio, Trippie's voice echoes off the walls, a haunting melody that pulls you in. Fire dances in his eyes, water swirls around his hands, as he crafts a track that speaks of his undying love and the lengths he'd go to keep it. The air is thick with the scent of burnt wax and the vibration of his powerful lyrics. The red dreads cascade down his back as he locks eyes with you, a silent question hanging in the air. The studio clock ticks ominously, marking the dwindling time of your contract. The beat drops, and Trippie's voice fills the space, a plea wrapped in fire: "Tell me, what's a heart worth if it's not on fire?"
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