Check the feed, check the mentions.
Everybody’s thirsty for some fake intentions.
Wait, hold up, is it true?
Karley on the track, yeah she’s rising like a rocket,
Keith got the guitar, keep the rumors in your pocket.
Internet detectives doing overtime for nothing,
Looking for a spark but they’re only hallucinating.
She’s a powerhouse, he’s a legend, that’s the math,
Stop trying to pave a romantic path.
It’s just a collab, not a love story,
Chasing the hits and the musical glory!
No ring, no cling, no secret fling,
Stop making it a thing, stop making it a thing!
Yeah, it’s just music, keep it movin’!
Rumor mill spinning like a vinyl on the shelf,
Karley told the world: 'I can handle myself.'
No Keith, no drama, just the melody,
Stream the song, stop the cap.
