100% chance

Slightly restrained energy and a more effortless groove, Keep the song danceable and glossy, but reduce instrumental density, drum aggression, and constant forward momentum by a subtle amount, Favor smooth pocket, controlled dynamics, softer transients, and more breathing room between elements while preserving the existing hooks, vocal energy, and euphoric chorus impact

V5.5

A warning From the weather app I didn’t know it could do that Says I should taaake cover Warm front headed my way Heat’s moving in, yeah, so are you It’s getting so hot in here Cumulonimbus (baby!) Allll over mee Something about you is pulling me in Like a reason not to look at the sky But—you’re kind with a Stimulating mind, a four-seasons kinda guy Call me Tyra Tanic I’m headed for the ice A hundred percent chance I’m gonna roll the dice I’m craving the thrill of thunder Post-lightning strike A hundred percent chance You’re my kind of high Snowstorm, heat wave, monsoon rain Despite the hurricane, hope you’re home tonight I’ll cross every climate just to Get… to youuuu Through the hail, through the rain Won’t look back, I’ll gladly lose my way Orpheus went down to Hades That’s the kind of love I want to see Cumulonimbus (baby!) Forming all over me Something about you is pulling me in You’re free of rent inside my mind My obsession’s Noah level, Forty days and forty nights Call me Tyra Tanic I’m headed for the ice A hundred percent chance I’m gonna roll the dice I’m craving the thrill of thunder Post-lightning strike A hundred percent chance You’re my kind of high Weather app says there’s a storm tonight ETA is ten away from being by your side Messages read, no reply, I’m checking Every app for a reason why Maybe I like you more than you like me Why does this always happen to me? Call me Tyra Tanic I’m going down for you What if this is heartbreak You never looked my way Why am I chasing thunder From a lightning strike A hundred percent chance I read you wrong tonight Hundred percent chance, I know it’s true Hundred percent chance, I’m falling for you (Ooh, say you feel it too)

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