Burnin' Rubber, Stealin' Hearts

This ain't no fairy tale, this is the wild side of lust. We're talkin' nights under the neon lights, engines roarin', and hearts poundin' like a stock car on the straightaway. It's about that rush of the chase, the smell of burnt rubber and sweet freedom. This ain't for the faint of heart, this is for the ones who live life in the red lane. Ignit

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