Inglorious Hustlers
Upbeat vintage soul-funk with strong groove and party energy. Male baritone vocal, soulful and expressive, emotional and lively delivery, dynamic phrasing, call-and-response feel, confident and playful attitude. Tempo around 105–115 BPM with a bouncing, infectious groove. Live drums with steady backbeat, snappy snare, tambourine accents and driving hi-hat. Funky melodic bassline with movement and bounce. Clean electric guitars playing tight rhythmic chanks and bright stabs. Prominent horn section with catchy riffs and punchy responses. Piano and electric piano supporting harmony and rhythm. Warm analog sound, classic soul and funk feel, energetic, joyful and danceable, tight band performance with swagger and momentum.
Inglorious Hustlers
Upbeat vintage soul-funk with strong groove and party energy. Male baritone vocal, soulful and expressive, emotional and lively delivery, dynamic phrasing, call-and-response feel, confident and playful attitude. Tempo around 105–115 BPM with a bouncing, infectious groove. Live drums with steady backbeat, snappy snare, tambourine accents and driving hi-hat. Funky melodic bassline with movement and bounce. Clean electric guitars playing tight rhythmic chanks and bright stabs. Prominent horn section with catchy riffs and punchy responses. Piano and electric piano supporting harmony and rhythm. Warm analog sound, classic soul and funk feel, energetic, joyful and danceable, tight band performance with swagger and momentum.
Lyrics
Behind a blue door into a smoky room
Enter a bag full of Euros and two goons
They just robbed a safe at the Continental
They enter a room of hardcore criminals
With a plan to hustle to do the unthinkable
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Verse 2
Behind a blue door in a smoky room
The table’s set, it’s set to start soon
The seat is 100k to enter the game
Around the tables sit men untamed
Killers, gangsters ,men with no shame
The winner takes it all kind of game
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Chorus
Youngbloods with no fear or shame
Ace of Spades in a crooked game
Mafia blood soaked through the floor
One wrong move,
You’re feet first out the door
This how a dead man’s story start
An ace up a sleeve
and a bullet in the heart
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Verse 3
Cards get dealt, there’s no way back
He bluffs from the start to fill the stack
Cold eyes stare you down as hungry wolves
Every chip you bet feels the devil’s pull
A pair of aces, all in.
All’s out ,except a kingpin
He had a trio of kings
Sure to win
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Bridge
In a stoner’s fog it seems like a good plan
When it’s too late, it turns a boy into a man
It’s now or never, too late son
If you fail, you can’t outrun
a loaded gun
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Chorus
Youngbloods with no fear or shame
Ace of Spades in a crooked game
Mafia blood soaked through the floor
One wrong move,
You’re feet first out the door
This is how a dead man’s story start
An ace up a sleeve
and a bullet in the heart
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Pre-Chorus
All in with only two left on the table
He will slip in the ace if he’s able
A noise turns heads, he slips it in
Now he will either lose, die, or win
An Ace of Spades, some luck and sin
He cleaned house like a king
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Final Chorus/outro
Youngbloods with no fear or shame
Ace of Spades up the sleeve saved the game
Mafia blood
soaked through the floor
They got the dough
now they gotta get out the door
Before they realize
the Aces count more then four
This is how a dead man’s story starts
Still they got away
without a bullet in the heart