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All In (Epic Cut)

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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!