Let me hold you, through the night’s cold whisper,
City lights fade but your heartbeat’s my scripture.
Bow’s verse low, Omarion glide on the hook—
We ain’t kids no more, still I’m shook by that look.
Let me hold you, no games, no glitter,
Just two ex-champions trading scars in the mirror.
Tell me your fears, I’ll match ‘em with mine,
Press play on forever, let the chorus rewind.