Tyler Joseph
No Chances (Original Lyrics)

No Chances
Flame thrower and then a switchblade
ㅤlike a flip flip and he[?] too switch likes
Coming at you every [?]gte [?] this is my lactose
When you try your face scrapes grip tape
In my house shoes in a foot race
This Cause in this house we got feng shui
Imma get the door then to I’ll you’ gotta [?] blow you away
I gotta Imma flame thrower, you a switchblade
[?] feet planted on grip tape
Be With shoulders squared with and my back straight
Got a good base and a loose tounge
Notorious in the octogon
How’d you get the location
Put together pieces?
They say they sell the information
In those terms of aggreement
We spent some weekends on the grind
Survielences outside
We see when you arrive
Ride or die, my son

We got people on the way
We want you home in one piece now
We get bodies everyday
We want you home for in one piece now