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(Chorus)
Fire and ice, it was nice. Once it got cool, we felt like fools. From the butterfly phase to not seeing your face, is dis da rule? We’re burning up da house to keep di chill, chasing a high that’s making us ill. Fire and ice... it was nice.
Fire and ice, it was nice. Once it got cool, we felt like fools. From the butterfly phase to not seeing your face, is dis da rule? We’re burning up da house to keep di chill, chasing a high that’s making us ill. Fire and ice... Bey, dis was nice.
Verse 1: The Heat (Her)
Bey, She’s a wildfire in a designer dress, beautiful chaos, high-voltage mess. Loud in the hallway, burning my clothes, Where di temper comes from? Nobody knows. Checking ma call logs, tracking ma GPS, Turning a"hello" into a full-court press. No trust in da oxygen, she thinks I’m a ghost, Loving the version of me she hates di most. She’s"Fire"—screaming at da ceiling, Brunking up all da glass, jus ta feel da fucking feeling.
(Chorus)
Fire and ice, it was nice. Once it got cool, we felt like fools. From the butterfly phase to not seeing your face, is dis da rule? We’re burning up da house to keep di chill, chasing a high that’s making us ill. Fire and ice... it was nice.
Fire and ice, it was nice. Once it got cool, we felt like fools. From the butterfly phase to not seeing your face, is dis da rule? We’re burning up da house to keep di chill, chasing a high that’s making us ill. Fire and ice... Bey, dis was nice.
Verse 2: The Freeze (Him)
And then there’s me—da"Ice" in da room, Watching di storm and the impending doom. I’m low-key, quiet, jus observing, While she’s hitting every single jagged nerve. I show trust she refuses to give. Just trying to find a quiet place to live. I don’t check no phone, I don’t track no car, I just watch the fire from a distance. Afar, Opposites attract, or maybe we’re just stuck, testing our love or just testing our luck? In this love game, we remain, One brings da fire, one carries pain
(Chorus)
Fire and ice, it was nice. Once it got cool, we felt like fools. From the butterfly phase to not seeing your face, is dis da rule? We’re burning up da house to keep di chill, chasing a high that’s making us ill. Fire and ice... it was nice.
Fire and ice, it was nice. Once it got cool, we felt like fools. From the butterfly phase to not seeing your face, is dis da rule? We’re burning up da house to keep di chill, chasing a high that’s making us ill. Fire and ice... bey, dis was nice.
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