Lyrics Odds Are (Nightcore) - The FifthGuys , Thatsimo , RIELL

Mm, mm, mm

They always end up running and I don't mind
Say I'm too intense, on all the time
I can see it growing, fear in their eyes
But you look like a fighter

You say you like 'em crazy, then I'm just your type
Promise you'll keep up with what I like
You'll probably crash and burn, but what's a try?
Head first into the free fall

I'm feeling like a criminal, I want you to be too
The taste of your blood has got me worked up
Evil things I wanna do

And now I have locked my sights on you
Too late to run and hide
I wish you the best cause now that you're mine
Odds are you won't survive, uh

(Too late, too late, too late, too...)

You're rolling with the best, can you keep my pace?
Greedy for your touch, and I can't be tamed
There's a million reasons you should run away
But you look like a fighter

I'll show you the best views, unreachable heights
Elevate the stakes to see if you will rise (you'll rise)
Can you take the pressure? Will you learn to fly?
Head first into the free fall

I'm feeling like a criminal
I want you to be too (I want you, I want you)
The taste of your blood has got me worked up
Evil things I wanna do

And now I have locked my sights on you
Too late to run and hide
I wish you the best cause now that you're mine
Odds are you won't survive, uh

And now I have locked my sights on you
Too late to run (too late to) and hide (too late to)
I wish you the best cause now that you're mine
Odds are you won't survive, uh

Too late to, too late to
Wish you the best
Odds are you won't survive