Crossed lines, soft sighs, heat ignites,
Long nights, bare skin, hearts taking flight.
White lies, blurred lines, cutting deep,
Writing rhymes, good times, secrets we keep.

Great minds, dollar signs, thrill in the chase.
So fine, all mine, no time to waste.
Big bucks, black trucks, rolling through.
Attitude tucked, but nothing’s new.

Big chills, big bills, stack it high,
Cheap thrills, no frills, touch the sky.
Steep hills, sharp turns, we grip and spin,
In this game, it’s all about the win.

Lines we walk, we cross, we break,
Chasing dreams that keep us awake.
But through it all, the signs we trust—
The climb, the grind, it’s all a must.

And in those blurred lines, desire sways.
No start, no end, just shadows that play.
In the haze, no rules to transcend.
We linger, we tangle, until we blend.