[ Featuring Snakes ]
Raised to exaggerate
Pack up your bags, move out of state
Born to curate the art
While the hipsters wait in line
You paint your scene and you take your time
Color your dreams and I'll put a hold on mine
I think you gave it up to the queens and the fame
I think we lost ourselves in a twisted game
A crave for that big break
On the run from our elementary school days
Consumed by lessons in the hall
While the hipsters are doing lines
You paint your scene
And you waste your time
Another victim to the hopes and the climb
I think we lost ourselves to the dreams and the fame
I think we lost it all in a twisted game
I remember driving in your car
One headlight out but we loved the dark
The odds against us, we didn't make it that far
After all we were two gambling
Atlantic City hearts
I think I had control
It's hard to say, it's all a blur
Maybe we should talk
Cause' when you left the shore
With everything we risked and would die for
My heart bet and lost
The probability remains overall the same
You caught your dreams
But nothing has changed
I remember driving in your car
One headlight out but we loved the dark
The odds against us, we didn't make it that far
After all we were two gambling
Atlantic City hearts
You took your chances
And I took mine
It's just not in the cards
Let's leave it all behind
I remember driving in your car
One headlight out but we loved the dark
The odds against us, we didn't make it that far
After all we were too
Caught up in our
Atlantic City hearts
