Artist: 21
Published: 2026-04-15 · Duration: PT4M28S
Cinematic alt-rock with wide stereo drums, deep sub bass, and atmospheric sound design. Clean electric guitar arpeggios and piano pulses build tension into massive, trailer-style choruses with layered distorted guitars and orchestral brass swells. Sweeping strings, riser effects, and impact hits emphasize the drama, while cool, controlled vocals sit in a polished, modern mix with epic, spacious reverb and tight rhythmic editing.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1] Empty wallet, full of dreams, Same old table, same old schemes. Dealer grinnin’ like he knows my sins, I’m losin’ count, but I’m countin’ wins. Last week’s rent in a whiskey glass, Luck’s a ghost and she moves fast. Every chip feels like a prayer, Every prayer goes nowhere. [Pre-Chorus] Mama told me “boy, you better run,” But I’m married to the smoke and the loaded gun. [Chorus] I’m all in — and outta luck, Runnin’ on fumes, can’t self-destruct. Cards on fire, can’t get enough, Born to lose, too proud to bluff. Yeah I’m all in — (woo!) — outta luck! [Verse 2] Neon lights hum a hymn of sin, Slot machine grin says “try again.” Credit maxed, veins on spin, Heartbeats sound like violin. Dice roll cold, I chase that ghost, Bar keeps pourin’ like he wants a toast. Every win just feeds the fall, But the fall’s my favorite call. [Pre-Chorus] Devil deal me one more hand, If I win tonight, I’ll never stand. [Chorus] I’m all in — and outta luck, Runnin’ on fumes, can’t self-destruct. Cards on fire, can’t get enough, Born to lose, too proud to bluff. Yeah I’m all in — (woo!) — outta luck! [Bridge – slow-burn riff] Blackjack fever, rusted soul, Broke my promise, sold my gold. I keep bettin’ like it makes me whole, But I’m just diggin’ deeper holes. (solo: fuzzed-out guitar, dirty slide tone) [Final Chorus – big gang vocals] I’m all in — and outta luck! Can’t cash out, can’t sober up! Spin that wheel, I’ll test my fate, The house always wins — ain’t it great? Yeah I’m all in… yeah I’m all in… Outta luck!