[Intro]
93 Style
It's Virus Syndicate
Ivory
Disciple!

[Chorus]
I'm a runaway, I'm an outlaw, stressed out, scared to be outdoors
Heart pounding, legs shakingaught in a nightmare worst craving
I was tricked, I was duped, I was misled
Mow I'm getting closer to the cliff's edge
And I see that ahead there's a sheer drop
Nothing left in my heart but a teardrop
Fear not man, I'm trusting my instincts
In my mind there's a map, there's an an imprint
I was born to be ready for the day now I'm here and I get flashbacks as an infant
Game on, it's a fight for survival
It's a fight for my life not a title
And I'm astoundingly calm
Somebody sound the alarm

[?]
And make this shit go pop-pop-pop
We get gritty everytime we make this shit go, Alright!
[?]
And make this shit go

Alright!

[Drop]

We make this shit go!

Welcome!

[Drop]

93 Style!

I went to sleep at night as a kid
Thinking that demons would hide in my fridge
Go to sleep with a knife at my hips every night by my side like a wife not a bitch
I'm a runaway trapped in a cycle
Tryna find my life so I threw out my bible
Blue lights in my rear-view when I drive through
Never gonna catch me whenever they try to
In school, they said I knew nuttin'
I would grow up and never be nuttin'
But not blow up like petrol cookin' and they see me on the street like look who's coming
And I'm a beast, boss, promised 'em I won't be, soft
[?]
Sound the alarm

And make this shit go pop-pop-pop
We get gritty everytime we make this shit go pop-pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Drop]