Heist Season

Mask up… lock in. Tonight we don’t miss. Blueprints scattered on a motel bed, Plan every step like a game of chess. Lasers, codes, and the guard’s routine, Breaking the system like a lucid dream. Clock ticks louder, pressure on the wire, Every second closer, stakes getting higher. It’s heist season, grab the loot and run, Stack those bills ‘til we block out the sun. No rules, no reason, till the job is done, In this city of vice, we’re the chosen ones. Black van waiting by the fire escape, One wrong move and there’s no escape. Drills in the dark, alarms in the air, We thrive in the madness, the thrill’s always there. Hands steady on the trigger, nerves of steel, Every ounce of fear just makes it real. Split the score — but the city’s the prize, You win or you vanish, no compromise. It’s heist season, grab the loot and run, Stack those bills ‘til we block out the sun. No rules, no reason, till the job is done, In this city of vice, we’re the chosen ones. We’re the chosen ones… we’re the chosen ones.