Yeah...
Another weekend, another broken plan
Bottle in my hand, don't know who I am
We're a beautiful mess, a symphony of static
Drowning our thoughts, yeah, it's automatic
We say we'll change, but the cycle just repeats
Lost in the haze of these city streets... yeah.
Here comes Colin the princess with his cardboard crown
Telling us all how this night's goin' down
Got the map out, but the gas tank's on zero
Acting like a king, but he ain't no hero
If the vibe ain't right in his royal head
We're all staying home, wish I was in bed
Pockets full of lint, but his ego's so heavy
King of nothing, with nothing to spend, ready?
Another weekend, another broken plan
Bottle in my hand, don't know who I am
We're a beautiful mess, a symphony of static
Drowning our thoughts, yeah, it's automatic
We say we'll change, but the cycle just repeats
Lost in the haze of these city streets... yeah.
Check it, here comes Elryk, with the fire in his hair
But the words from his mouth are just polluted air
His wallet's sealed tight, where the truth comes undone
A compulsive liar, yeah, he learned it from his daddy
Says it's in his blood, a generational curse
Every promise made just makes the problem worse
I'm checking my pockets and checking the facts
'Cause every story he tells just leaves cracks.
Another weekend, another broken plan
Bottle in my hand, don't know who I am
We're a beautiful mess, a symphony of static
Drowning our thoughts, yeah, it's automatic
We say we'll change, but the cycle just repeats
Lost in the haze of these city streets... yeah.
Sammy's in the building, everything brand new
Got the world in his hands, but what's he gonna do?
Except be cheap, man, it's a damn disease
Got a mansion at home but he's begging on his knees
Hand always out with that desperate plea
"Yo, just one more puff, man, pass the vape to me"
That little *click-hiss* is the sound of his need
Planting a money tree but won't share the seed.
Then there's Esteban, the dad of the crew
Looking like he's homeless, but he always pulls through
Standing five-foot-three, but his shadow is tall
Always there to catch Samuel before the fall
Reaches in his pocket, pulls out a twenty
Says "It's the last time," but we all know there's plenty
More times to come, it's a messed up romance
The anchor of our crew, giving one more chance.
Lost in the haze... of these city streets...
Yeah... a beautiful mess...
The cycle just repeats...
