More songs by BEA PELEA
More songs by Julianno Sosa
Description
A mix of perfume and sweat, the chaos of sheets, and just a touch of drama in the taste of morning coffee. This isn't about love - it's about that spark that ignites when you promise yourself "just for today," and then you stay for three days. He's in a Prada hoodie, she looks like she knows she's both good and dangerous. It's a bit cinematic, a bit dirty, and damn alive. The music beats in time with my heart, which seemed to want peace, but has once again chosen an adventure with the scent of luxury and neon shadows.
Lyrics and translation
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