[Verse 1 – moody intimate, raspy delivery, jangly guitars building] I got a fractured mind They don’t even try to find it (ahh…) Sandro laughs too loud Sunan’s schemes, I’m wrapped inside it Plans we never keep (mmm…) Chaos is the only reason We ride through the night Rules don’t matter, call it treason (whoa…) [Pre-Chorus – rising tension, restrained emotion] I hate the mess, but I stay believing (yeah…) Yeah I hate the mess, but I do it again (ah…) [Chorus – soaring catchy, subtle anthemic lift, layered vocals] I wanna roll with you (whoa…) I wanna fight with you (huh…) I wanna burn it all Why won’t you let me through? (ahh…) I hate the mess, but I stay believing (yeah…) Yeah I hate the mess, but I do it again (uh…) [Verse 2 – sardonic warmth, soft ad-libs] Hollers cut the night We light the fire, chase the high (ahh…) Falling through the cracks Smoke and spirits fill the sky I don’t belong here (mm…) But I’m tethered to these two Sandro, Sunan Ride or Die, what else can we do? [Chorus – repeat full, bigger energy] I wanna roll with you (whoa…) I wanna fight with you (huh…) I wanna burn it all Why won’t you let me through? (ahh…) I hate the mess, but I stay believing (yeah…) Yeah I hate the mess, but I do it again (uh…) [Hook – stripped-back, intimate repeat] I hate the mess, but I stay believing (yeah…) Yeah I hate the mess, but I do it again (ah…) [Instrumental Bridge – raw guitar solo, driving rhythm] [Bridge – soft emotional build, vocal harmonies] (oh-oh, yeah… ohhh) And my boys say, Don’t be sad, ’cause we’ll be there (oh yeah, oh yeah) Don’t be sad at all (mmm, uh-huh) We’ll light it up, chase off despair (oooh-oh, oooh) No don’t be sad at all (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) [Build – tension peak, pre-drop swell] [Final Chorus – full power, layered ad-libs, triumphant yet melancholic] I wanna roll with you (whoa…) I wanna fight with you (huh…) I wanna burn it all Why won’t you let me through? (ahh…) I wanna roll with you (whoa…) I wanna fight with you (huh…) I wanna burn it all Why won’t you let me through? (ahh…) I hate the mess, but I stay believing (yeah…) Yeah I hate the mess, but I do it again (uh…) I hate the mess, but I stay believing (yeah…) Yeah I hate the mess, but I do it again (ah…) (And my boys say, Don’t be sad, ’cause we’ll be there (oh yeah, oh yeah)) (Don’t be sad at all (mmm, uh-huh))
