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Speakeasy Shootout

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[Verse] I’ve been in the back Counting cash Leaning back with a bottle cap He said it’s calm Three men walked in through the kitchen door Meiku’s got red lips Sips slow, eyes fixed on the tips Band plays low, piano hits Told her to wait Smoke hangs thick, no one breaks Shots hit glass Feet shuffle, backs hit the walls Tables fall, bottles crash I duck low Boots pound hard across the floor Blood on tile Breath held tight, no time to talk Voices low, moving fast Shots don’t stop I slip slow toward the back door [Switch Up] Duck low, stay flat Hands shake but I keep track Glass cuts skin, nothing cracks Don’t make a sound Feet hit ground without a pause [Switch Up] Sirens close Lights flash but I’m not seen Meiku grabs my arm Whispers “Go” We disappear before the cops [Bridge] Outside rain Hat soaked, no pain City quiet, cold again Still alive Night won’t forget what went down [Final Return] Past the cops Socks wet, I don’t stop They don’t know I’ve had enough Tomorrow’s news will say it all