The Pack

Me and the bois are gonna paint the city red
Some of us loosened ties and some of us have debt
We'll meet at The Getaway, Fifth, the Vault or Fed
Leather jackets, tall cans recalling what was said

Those days are gone but we're still here
With scars, never finished brand new
That's being young with no real clue
That's real and what I'm beholden to

Me and the girls gonna paint the city red
When I was younger kept me out of my head
Doesn't get to be that simple again
Nights end knocked out, drunk on your couch, convenient



Credits
Writer(s): Nico Madia
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