[Intro] Another day, another easy score… what could possibly go wrong this time? [Verse 1] We meet the guy in a back-alley noodle stall Hood up, voice low, he lays out the deal Fake delivery, swap the chip, walk out clean Vexa says: “This is like stealing candy from a blind robot – piece of cake” We nod, take the manifest Head out at dawn, no questions asked [Verse 2] Vexa plays courier, clipboard and fake ID Jara in the van, engine idling, eyes sharp Guard waves us through, too bored to scan We find the crate, make the swap Smooth as silk, no alarm Vexa pockets the “real” one, grinning wide Feels too easy, but we’re gone [Pre-Chorus] Jara checks the rearview, whispers: “The wise man walks softly… but the foolish man carries a tracker…” Vexa laughs, still clueless [Chorus] Data hit in the warehouse night Data hit, thought it was right One glitch and the plan goes south Data hit – we’re the clowns now Chrome scars, trust is torn Data hit – we’ve been warned When the job’s fake and the joke’s on us Data hit – raise a fuss [Verse 3] Halfway out the dummy starts beeping loud Tracker lights up, red alerts all around Vexa freezes: “Wait… this thing’s live?” He gave us a decoy, set us up to take the fall Corp pays him bounty, we get the blame Classic inside job – we were just the pawns [Verse 4] We ditch the van, run through backstreets fast Security closing in, drones on our tail The “chip” we stole is junk with a beacon Client’s gone dark, laughing somewhere safe He needed fall girls, amateurs like us fit Vexa trips on a bin, Jara pulls her up laughing [Verse 5] Sirens everywhere, shadows on the walls We duck into an alley, hearts pounding hard Vexa pants: “He set us up as scapegoats” Jara nods, half smile: “At least we’re still free” No credits, no chip, just a story to tell Worst heist ever – but we’re still alive [Pre-Chorus] Vexa says: “We’re the worst criminals in the sprawl… and he knew it” Jara shakes her head, smiling for once [Chorus] Data hit in the warehouse night Data hit, what a sight One glitch and the trap’s sprung tight Data hit – we’re alright Chrome scars, lesson learned Data hit – bridges burned When the heist flops and the cash is gone Data hit – carry on [Bridge] Sirens fading now, drones lose the trail Vexa looks at Jara, eyes sparkling Vexa whispers: “Next time… maybe we just rob a vending machine?” Jara snorts, actually laughs out loud [Outro] Think we’ll ever get a clean job? Think we’ll learn from this? Think we’ll stop trying…? …nah… probably not…
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