Was going through my overthinking moments, had this track on repeat while driving, extremely haunting and beautiful vocals. looking forward to more amazing tracks. Thank you for dropping this type of song.
The garage was made up of four walls and a steel skeleton for jacking up cars. There was a tool cabinet and the chassis of an old volkswagen beetle in there. He was dressed in a baggy grey t-shirt and black sweats. She was in a tight crop-top and matching black leggings. They both wore sneakers; her red and white, him--green and blue. He took her hand and lightly led her around the garage. She kept up, postured, but staring at his shoes. ''Look at my eyes,'' he said, indicating at himself. She closed her lips and did so. They started again. He took her hand and led her around the garage. She kept up, postured, staring at his eyes. They were in sync. He led her around the car, then turning with her hand, guided her to slip beneath his arm. She struck back, bending at the waist; and dipping herself into a dive, allowed the breath to leave her lungs. Then taking her by the hand, he pulled her back into him. They started moving with each other around the garage, in and out, back and forth, slipping in and out of each other's arms; her in a tight black vest which showed her abs; him in a grey t-shirt that was slightly too baggy for his heavy build. He ran his hands up and down her as she wove around him. He was the pole. She was the dancer. She would coil her legs up around his hard body and dangle from him, sliding across the concrete with her fingernails. She would skim dirt. She would let her teeth show past her too-thick lips as she concentrated on the music. He would step into her, then force her to bend; and she would bend for him and weave with her hips, moving with the beat. They came together and she pressed herself back against him. She ducked and wove with her hips beneath his groin; and him, tight-lipped, shaggy-haired, moved with her. His hands slipped up on her. She cast them away. Then he grabbed at her; and she cast him away. She stepped back, twirled, three times -- twirled -- and on each twirl met him in the eyes. He stood there, thoughtful, then when the beat resumed; he came after her. She slid over the bonnet. He moved along it, wrestling it with his hands. She sat on top of the car. He went to climb it. She put out her foot and sat it to his chin; and stunned, he rolled his face against it; and the two of them slid onto their backs along the car, panting. Then when they were ready: They got up again. Her sliding down the bonnet. Him pushing off it. He came after her. Against the door. Against the corner-wall. He looked into her eyes as she stood helpless up against it, staring into his eyes. Then beneath his arm she went, rushing, hitting the tool-case on the sheath-rack, making it all rumble. And he came after her, lifting a heavy wrench in his hand. She saw it and grabbed at a trash can, throwing it in his way; and putting his foot up on it, he shoved it away. She let out a restless little rasp as she turned to him, cornered inside the car door which she'd pulled open to throw herself behind. And like that, they both stared at each other--him weighing the wrench in his hand. She let her eyes simper, and he leaned in slowly, clenching the rung of the door. She looked at his lips--then staring for half a moment, she slipped into the back of the car. The music continued as he got in after her, pressing in after her, he pulled the door closed and locked them both in. And a moment later, through the back windows, her hands spread like butterfly wings on both sides, feathering the air. Then it was her and him in the back seat, wrestling with each other. Her on top, turning her head away from him towards the wing mirror to fix her make-up--then it was him in her neck, pretending to kiss on her as she fixed her hair. They moved to the front seat. Him driving, her talking at him. But he wasn't looking. He was just glaring into the wing mirror whilst pretending to turn the steering wheel; and a moment later, she shook her head and got out the car. She mimicked yelling at him. He staggered out of the car, banging on it with his fist. And kicking at the dust of the garage, she walked towards the end of the garage with her arms crossed, pouting in annoyance; and sighing, he hung in the car door with his head down, panting. His eyes searched the wing mirror. His gaze grew dilated and heavy. Then restlessly, he sighed. Because she was feeling up his stomach from behind. She'd walked all the way around the car and started to touch his abs. He grew very still. Her hands clutched the hard muscles of his chest, then spread out across his biceps, caressing the hard veins in his arms; and him, standing, turned and went to face her furiously--but she just went toe-to-toe with him as he forced her to back-up. They walked like that through the garage, her hands inside his shirt; his feet scuffing up dirt. She got him all the way to the tool cabinet, which she bumped into. Then staring heavily into his eyes; she glared him into submission. And staring down at her, he lifted his hand up and delicately touched her face. She melted, easing into the tool cabinet; and taking his hand in both of hers, she shoved it up against her face... then sighing, she pulled him along. They began dancing again. But this time, more slowly. She guided him around. She wore him down. She took his hands and put them on her stomach to hold her; then against the car bonnet, she made him sit down. And over his lap she dipped her back and hung there in his arms as he swept her at a 90 degree angle. A sharp crescent. She sprawled with her hands, swiping them over her head, letting herself be tossed. And then at the end of that curve, he lifted her up heavily into his arms; and she hung her arms around his neck. For a moment, they both just sort of looked at each other. And with his hands on her waist, he held her there, staring back at her silently, his lips very thin. She then hesitated, and leaning over his lips-- She didn't kiss him, and neither did he kiss her. // ''Thanks. See you next time.'' She got out from his arms and ran towards the door, slamming it shut behind her.
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Super unique and dark, love it. Got a new fan here!
Glad you love it, thank you 🖤
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So glad to be here 🖤😈🙏
@@itsbury 🔥⛽
Love it, great track beautiful voice!
Ah thank you so much, glad you like it 🤍
this popped up in my recommendation n i love it!! this song is such a vibe 🔥
Glad you love it ❤
@@itsbury of course!🫶 this is underrated
The song is soooo good!!! You are going to be famous 🌟
Oh thank you! I can't wait to share more and more 🖤🖤🖤
Dark, smooth, sexy Roniit or Ari Abdul kinda vibes. Love it.
Goooooooodd!
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You're so freaking amazing.
Thank you, you too 🤍
Damn Gal, you melted my brain
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Your song's good and your voice is so beautiful
Ur voice exotic ❤🤩🔥 Bury
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so underated this needs more recognition, this is AMAZINGGG and ur voice is GORGEOUSSSS♥♥
oh thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it 🖤🖤
why this hasn't blown up yet? this is definitely going to my sexy playlist ❤🔥
Control (Official Lyric Video) so soon! 🖤
Feel like A living in nother dimention🦻👄
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YASSSSS. I BEEN waitin for this :)
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Was going through my overthinking moments, had this track on repeat while driving, extremely haunting and beautiful vocals. looking forward to more amazing tracks. Thank you for dropping this type of song.
Hey, your message just made my day. I'm so lucky that you've found me so we can continue to sharing feelings through songs in the future 🖤
Looking forward to it, you most definitely have me in your corner. Thank you again @@itsbury 💙
@@AruKatra Thank you for being part of the journey, can't wait so share more 🤍
@@itsbury 💛
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Marcando minha presença antes que viralize ❤
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Dope.
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Just discovered this and WOW , please tell it's available on Instagram music 🥺
Yessss of course it's available! Wow I'm glad you're enjoying it 🥰
@@itsbury of course I am, played it in my car and everyone started asking for the name
girl ily u r so amazing 💗😩
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Que bonita
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Needs more attention
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talent. ed.
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I loved this 😍 you not on Apple Music? I looked you up and didn’t find you
Yess, it's also available on Apple Music, check out the link in the description ❤❤
@@itsbury thank you 😆😆😆😆
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The garage was made up of four walls and a steel skeleton for jacking up cars. There was a tool cabinet and the chassis of an old volkswagen beetle in there. He was dressed in a baggy grey t-shirt and black sweats. She was in a tight crop-top and matching black leggings. They both wore sneakers; her red and white, him--green and blue.
He took her hand and lightly led her around the garage. She kept up, postured, but staring at his shoes.
''Look at my eyes,'' he said, indicating at himself.
She closed her lips and did so.
They started again. He took her hand and led her around the garage. She kept up, postured, staring at his eyes. They were in sync. He led her around the car, then turning with her hand, guided her to slip beneath his arm.
She struck back, bending at the waist; and dipping herself into a dive, allowed the breath to leave her lungs. Then taking her by the hand, he pulled her back into him.
They started moving with each other around the garage, in and out, back and forth, slipping in and out of each other's arms; her in a tight black vest which showed her abs; him in a grey t-shirt that was slightly too baggy for his heavy build. He ran his hands up and down her as she wove around him. He was the pole. She was the dancer. She would coil her legs up around his hard body and dangle from him, sliding across the concrete with her fingernails. She would skim dirt. She would let her teeth show past her too-thick lips as she concentrated on the music. He would step into her, then force her to bend; and she would bend for him and weave with her hips, moving with the beat. They came together and she pressed herself back against him. She ducked and wove with her hips beneath his groin; and him, tight-lipped, shaggy-haired, moved with her. His hands slipped up on her. She cast them away. Then he grabbed at her; and she cast him away. She stepped back, twirled, three times -- twirled -- and on each twirl met him in the eyes. He stood there, thoughtful, then when the beat resumed; he came after her.
She slid over the bonnet.
He moved along it, wrestling it with his hands.
She sat on top of the car.
He went to climb it.
She put out her foot and sat it to his chin; and stunned, he rolled his face against it; and the two of them slid onto their backs along the car, panting.
Then when they were ready:
They got up again. Her sliding down the bonnet. Him pushing off it. He came after her.
Against the door. Against the corner-wall. He looked into her eyes as she stood helpless up against it, staring into his eyes. Then beneath his arm she went, rushing, hitting the tool-case on the sheath-rack, making it all rumble. And he came after her, lifting a heavy wrench in his hand. She saw it and grabbed at a trash can, throwing it in his way; and putting his foot up on it, he shoved it away. She let out a restless little rasp as she turned to him, cornered inside the car door which she'd pulled open to throw herself behind. And like that, they both stared at each other--him weighing the wrench in his hand.
She let her eyes simper, and he leaned in slowly, clenching the rung of the door.
She looked at his lips--then staring for half a moment, she slipped into the back of the car.
The music continued as he got in after her, pressing in after her, he pulled the door closed and locked them both in. And a moment later, through the back windows, her hands spread like butterfly wings on both sides, feathering the air. Then it was her and him in the back seat, wrestling with each other. Her on top, turning her head away from him towards the wing mirror to fix her make-up--then it was him in her neck, pretending to kiss on her as she fixed her hair.
They moved to the front seat. Him driving, her talking at him. But he wasn't looking. He was just glaring into the wing mirror whilst pretending to turn the steering wheel; and a moment later, she shook her head and got out the car.
She mimicked yelling at him. He staggered out of the car, banging on it with his fist. And kicking at the dust of the garage, she walked towards the end of the garage with her arms crossed, pouting in annoyance; and sighing, he hung in the car door with his head down, panting. His eyes searched the wing mirror. His gaze grew dilated and heavy. Then restlessly, he sighed. Because she was feeling up his stomach from behind. She'd walked all the way around the car and started to touch his abs. He grew very still.
Her hands clutched the hard muscles of his chest, then spread out across his biceps, caressing the hard veins in his arms; and him, standing, turned and went to face her furiously--but she just went toe-to-toe with him as he forced her to back-up.
They walked like that through the garage, her hands inside his shirt; his feet scuffing up dirt. She got him all the way to the tool cabinet, which she bumped into. Then staring heavily into his eyes; she glared him into submission. And staring down at her, he lifted his hand up and delicately touched her face.
She melted, easing into the tool cabinet; and taking his hand in both of hers, she shoved it up against her face... then sighing, she pulled him along.
They began dancing again. But this time, more slowly. She guided him around. She wore him down. She took his hands and put them on her stomach to hold her; then against the car bonnet, she made him sit down. And over his lap she dipped her back and hung there in his arms as he swept her at a 90 degree angle. A sharp crescent. She sprawled with her hands, swiping them over her head, letting herself be tossed. And then at the end of that curve, he lifted her up heavily into his arms; and she hung her arms around his neck.
For a moment, they both just sort of looked at each other. And with his hands on her waist, he held her there, staring back at her silently, his lips very thin.
She then hesitated, and leaning over his lips--
She didn't kiss him, and neither did he kiss her.
//
''Thanks. See you next time.'' She got out from his arms and ran towards the door, slamming it shut behind her.
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