APPELLE TA COPINE

Flirting, seasoned with self-confidence and a faint smell of gasoline. Everything is in motion here - the engine purrs, the city glows, and somewhere between the verse and the intersection, the hunt begins: who fell for whom first? Each phrase sounds like a wink, each rhythm a step toward the next goal. Beauty is a weapon, the game is serious, but without promises. There's a sense of excitement, glamor, and a touch of predatory charm in this mood: the evening has just begun, and it's already clear who will be flirting and who will be keeping score.