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{eerie cinematic strings and heavy trap 808 drop}
Yeah, yeah
Brody and Carson
Plotting on a major move {heavy bass sweep} Brody got the maps
layout on the floor
Carson got the masks,
waiting by the door
Nineteen years old, feeling way too bold Sprinting through the lobby for
the silver and the gold
{rapid hi-hat roll} They hit the vault and they made it out
clean Now they living large like a movie scene Brody found a
baddie, slim waist, shaped right
Carson got one too,
dancing in the late night
(yeah, yeah)
{bright synth lead lift} Living the dream,
but the run didn't last
Blue lights flashing, caught up with them fast
Handcuffs clicking, now they in the cells
No more big mansions,
just the prison bells
{melancholic piano chords} Ten years minimum,
walking on the yard
Brody lift the weights,
Carson playing cards
Thinking 'bout the money and the girls they left behind
Just another memory locked up in their mind
(locked up)
{heavy industrial
metal clanks} Behind the concrete walls
(ahhhh) {fading synth drone} Brody and Carson {music slowly fades to silence}