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j.a.i. cover - big screen love كلمات أغنية

[intro]
listen

[verse 1]
your breath on my neck, d_mn, it’s like blue velvet, slow and unspoken
we don’t need the lights on, i can see you clearly
you kiss like a scene from in the mood for love, restrained, aching
every glance holds a script we never wrote but already f_cked up
your fingers trace my spine like credits rolling soft after midnight (sh_t)
these other motherf_ckers don’t know half the tricks you do
like euphoria on a loop, bodies tangled in neon silence
we’re not watching the story we are the story (yeah)

[chorus]
got that normal people kind of quiet fire
late_night confessions without saying a word
love like the last black man in san francisco, fragile but real
no filter, just skin and the truth we can’t hide
got that normal people kind of quiet fire
late_night confessions without saying a word
love like the last black man in san francisco, fragile but real
no filter, just skin and the truth we can’t hide

[verse 2]
you pull me close like tony and carmela in the kitchen after the fight
no yelling, just weight, the kind that only years can build (whoo!)
i see us in moonlight, not in the tears, but in the breath before they fall
the way your arm lingers on the couch like you’re afraid i’ll vanish
we’ve got that succession hunger, power wrapped in softness
you do me like this sh_t around me don’t exist (i like this)
even in silence, we’re scoring a soundtrack only we can hear
a slow burn no director could rehe_rs_
[chorus]
got that normal people kind of quiet fire
late_night confessions without saying a word
love like the last black man in san francisco, fragile but real
no filter, just skin and the truth we can’t hide
got that normal people kind of quiet fire
late_night confessions without saying a word
love like the last black man in san francisco, fragile but real
no filter, just skin and the truth we can’t hide

[verse 3]
you’re my portrait of a lady on fire, stolen glances that set rooms ablaze
no words, just the heat between frames, the kind that leaves ash
our argument that turned to make_up s_x, straight out of atlanta, surreal
laughing through tears, then collapsing into something deeper than resolution
i think of us like the end of roma, (quiet, raw, sacred)
not grand entrances, but the way you hand me coffee without asking
we’re not chasing epic endings, just lingering in the close_ups
where every pore, every sigh, becomes legend

- j a i cover

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