Heat. Heat. Heat up as a channel. Kasha. Kasha. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat up here. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Okay. Transpar. Bento. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. anxiety keep on trying me. I feel it quietly trying to silence me. My anxiety can’t shake it off for me. Somebody’s watching me and my anxiety. Solo, no mojo. I bounce back. No pogo, unhappy, no homo. New brands, no logos. Money on my jugler. Natural hustler. Think I need a smuggler up in Russia. You could be my butler. Shine my cutler. Shout out to Oend. That’s the guestler. Okay, next thing. My life is a wet dream. I call it a sex scene. The back is a nice tease. I tried to escape. My life is a X-ray. I’m sorry. A sex tape. You only get one take. Quiet on the set, please. Rolling anxiety in three, two. Anxiety. Keep on trying me. I feel it quietly trying to silence me. Yeah. Anxiety. Shake it off of me. Somebody’s watching me. Is my anxiety. It’s my anxiety. It’s my anxiety. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. N. Heat. Heat. N. Hey you. Oh. Time stood still just like a photograph. You made me feel like this will last forever. Look in your eyes. I see my whole life. Oh, they say you know it when you know it. And I know. Oh, promise that you hold me close. Don’t let me go. Take my heart, don’t break it. Love me to my bones. All this time I’ve wasted. You were right there all along. You and I starting inter. We were never stretching. You were right there all along. I lose my mind when I’m around you. How I call my life when I’m without you. I can’t help but feel so lost. I want to give you all I got. Oh, they say you know it, but you know it. And I know. Oh, promise that you hold me close. Don’t let me go. Take my heart. Don’t break it. Love me to my heart. All this time I’ve wasted. You were right there all along. Take my heart. Don’t break it. Love me to my bones. All this time I’ve wasted. You were right there all along. Nataly Heat. Heat. Time for the shootina. Shake it. She moves like a map with no borders. A whisper caught in the wind. I see her roots at the corner cafe with a notebook and a grin. She’s chasing skies I’ve never made. While I stay in my lane, but something in the way she moves keeps pulling at my chain. Oh, travel love. You carry the sun in your strike. Leave behind. What I hold inside. If I don’t ask your name today, I may never get the chance to walk beside your wondering dance. She hums a tune I’ve never heard in languages I can’t speak. She writes down cities on her wrist and dreams she’ll never keep. I sip my coffee, miss my queue. still ain’t good by my fear. But time rolls on like open roads and soon she won’t be here. Oh traveler, you carry the sun in your stride, leaving behind what I hold inside. If I don’t ask your name today, I may never get the chance to walk beside your wondering land. Maybe next year in Madrid or on some quiet mountain ridge, I’ll see you turn and I’ll be brave. But what if courage comes too late? Oh traveler, the world is your open gate. And I just stood afraid of fate. If I don’t take that step today, you’ll vanish with the train and I’ll never see your smile again. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat.
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