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[Verse 1]
Brooklyn rooftops, neon ice
Coming‑of‑age stamped on our wrists
Glasses clink and the dancefloor splices
We move with the city’s syncopated twists
Uber waits by the open door
Selfies, laughter, the Hudson’s flame
One look between us burns to the core
And the world re‑wires itself to our name
[Pre‑Chorus]
We’re the generation—roads and nights
Between the deadlines, share the heights
My heart “likes” every subtle cue—
Say “yes,” and all will follow through
[Chorus]
We’re young and grown—this is our hour
Love and sex by mutual power
No games, no drama—honest touch
Two yeses build a bridge as such
Under US skies, from coast to stars
We choose our freedom’s gentle spark
Love and sex—when “we” is heard
Each “yes” rings deep in every word
[Verse 2]
LA rustles down the lanes
Palms keep time with the sinking light
Surfers sun their salted dreams
We dance on asphalt, holding tight
Silver Lake in half‑tone laughs
Vinyl crackles, clean as wine
We’re sober‑spontaneous on our paths
With words that draw our caring lines
[Pre‑Chorus]
A whispered “okay”—green signal bright
Our hands find just the perfect light
We never rush the clock or night—
Our pulses sync in steady time
[Chorus]
We’re young and grown—this is our hour
Love and sex by mutual power
No games, no drama—honest touch
Two yeses build a bridge as such
Under US skies, from coast to stars
We choose our freedom’s tender spark
Love and sex—when “we” is heard
Each “yes” rings deep in every word
[Bridge]
Between the feeds and window‑glow
We hear ourselves—the drive we know
Respect’s the rhythm, safety’s beat
Honesty—bass beneath our feet
If “no,” that’s final—no debate
If “yes,” it’s air our bodies take
We’re young, but choosing like the wise—
A long warm night, like aftertaste
[Final Chorus]
We’re young and grown—this is our hour
Love and sex by mutual power
No games, no drama—honest touch
Two yeses clear the bridge of clutch
From New York down to Gulf‑blue shores
Our words and bodies speak untorn
Love and sex—the music “we,”
Where every “yes” rings honestly
[Outro]
The city hums—we’re quiet, two
In storefront light we walk on through
We’re young and grown—here’s our intend
Freedom is choice—and choice is light, my friend
