Taste the Heat

<|singing|> <|arendian|> <|eng|> : Mmm, yeah. Mmm,

yeah, <|eng|> <|eng|> : You stuck the room like you

own the night. Hit shot green built to start a fight. Brush my arm

like you're setting a trap. One look back and your pulse go slack.

Pull my gaze with that bratty sway. Act untouchable, okay,

okay. Sweet thing, bold but you won't win. I break that

fire with a grin. You want the chase, baby,

that's cute. But when you run, you seal your root.