歌词
(Intro)
In the heart of the city, where the neon lights glow,
There's a spot we all know, where the cool kids go.
It's the haven of nights, where the stories unfold,
A place of sweet slushies, more precious than gold.
We're the kings of the block, with our dreams in our hands,
Rolling deep with the boys, making no other plans.
To the 7 Eleven, our chariots ride,
For a taste of the summer, with a hint of pride.
(Verse 1)
Rollin' up to 7 Eleven, with my crew in tow,
Windows down, music up, we're just goin' with the flow.
Neon lights, they beckon, a slushy on our mind,
A rainbow swirl of flavors, the best you'll ever find.
(Verse 2)
The night was young, the stars were out, the city in a trance,
We laughed about the little things, and took our chance to dance.
A slushy in our dreams, so close yet far away,
We talked of life and love and how we'd seize another day.
(Chorus)
But oh, the night had other plans, a twist in our smooth tale,
A crime scene tape, flashing lights, our slushy mission fails.
No cherry red or electric blue to quench our summer thirst,
Just the sound of sirens blaring, as we witnessed the worst.
(Verse 3)
The cops, they had their questions, we had no tales to tell,
Just a craving for some icy bliss, a simple wish that fell.
We joked about our luck, how it took a little dive,
But in the end, we're grateful, just to be alive.
(Bridge)
In the glow of neon signs, we found a bond so tight,
Through unexpected turns, in the heart of the night.
We'll come back for that slushy, sweet victory will be ours,
But tonight, we've got a story, beneath the city's stars.
(Outro)
So here's to the adventures, that come when least expected,
To slushies not yet tasted, and moments not yet reflected.
We'll roll up to that 7 Eleven, our spirits never swayed,
For every night has a dawn, and every debt gets paid.
(Extended Outro)
So raise a glass to the nights that twist and turn,
To the slushy dreams for which we yearn.
We'll ride again, our spirits high, our laughter loud,
Through the city streets, a brotherhood, unbowed.
We'll tell the tale of the slushy that got away,
Of neon lights and sirens that led us astray.
But our bond is strong, and our will is true,
We're the boys of the night, our hearts anew.
And when we finally sip that icy treat,
It'll be a story of triumph, oh so sweet.
For every setback's just a step on the path,
A lesson learned, a reason to laugh.
So here's to the slushies, in every hue and shade,
To the memories made, and the plans we laid.
We'll roll up to that 7 Eleven, with hope in our eyes,
For the best stories come from the biggest surprise.
