[Beginners Luck] [Verse] Hold my breath and bite my tongue, just one of those days Where I wake up hating everybody and everything, uh I start to wonder if this world is here on my behalf Weird cause most times Im stuck on if Im a fucking psychopath Burning off the sanity I might just have, yikes Chilling out with parasites, no more cares, paradise Yeah, its nice, Its only cause of what we have in store today Partying like war parades, really is there more to say Kissing the lips of a bottle of wine, like its the love of my life Feeling it bubble inside Get a text from the boys, they say theyre still coming tonight Women and wonderful times Just like the sun we gon shine Nightlife, downtown, feeling so bright, so loud Just like a mushroom cloud Burn it right to the ground Pray the lordll forgive me for all of my sins in advance Its just the beginning, but were trying to make the beginning last Yeah, at last [Hook] Now we made it downtown Keep it going, yeah Im guessing its beginners luck Keep it going, yeah You can act like you enjoy it Keep it going, yeah And Ill act like I give a fuck X2 Keep it going, yeah Beginners Luck, uh Yeah, Beginners Luck You can act like you enjoy it, Ill act like I give a fuck X2 [Outro] Downtown X4 [Interlude Captain Kirk] Downtown by QJ Goodwin Act 1 Theres a moment in our youth where we as humans utter with the utmost confidence in our own wording, a phrase that reverberates against each generation when reaching the peak of youth. That phrase is I dont give a fuck. But at some point in our lives, soon after asserting our dominance, the universe tosses things our way that ultimately forces us to answer a serious question Do I really give a fuck? The only time we can answer this question truthfully is when were no longer trying to impress our friends and were completely honest with ourselves. And more often than not, the truth is...we truly dont give a fuck. Depending on the individual, of course. But deep within this young man whos getting dressed and preparing himself for a night on the town with a group of his closest friends, a part of him does give a fuck. Many. Hes a prostitute of emotions. And as he prepares to head into the city for a night more wild than he could ever expect, he buries this obscenity, this fuck, under mountains and mountains of youthful anguish and superficial worldviews and proceeds out of the door with no signs of his possible ownage of such a thing. But something is watching him. An entity invisible to him and the rest of his kind, but very much alive, not symbolically but literally, and it is very interested in this young mans struggle to keep hidden this treasure trove of emotions for fear of seeming as if he may actually care, if only a little bit. As the night approaches, the entity watches closely as the young man travels with his comrades, completely oblivious to its presence. His intentions are to live the life he has only dreamt of, to help fulfill the fantasy of what hes been told it means to be alive a distorted but glamorous image that drives him, as he makes his way across the mythical and magical wonderland that is...Downtown
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