Lyrics No Chances - twenty one pilots

We come for you, no chances
We come for you, no chances

In my house, shoes on a foot race
In this house, we got feng shui
Get the door to blow you away
Flamethrower, you′re a switchblade
Feet planted on grip tape
With my shoulders square and my back straight
Go a good base and a loose tongue
Notorious in the octagon, now

Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam
We got people on the way
We want you home in one piece now (run away, run away)
Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam
We get bodies every day
We want you home in one piece now

We come for you, no chances
We come for you, no chances

How did you get the location? Put together pieces?
They say they sell the information in those terms of agreement
We spend some weekends on the grind
Surveillance is outside, we see when you arrive
Ride or die, my son
Spent some weekends on the grind
Surveillance is outside, we see when you arrive
Ride or die, my son

Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam
We got people on the way
We want you home in one piece now (run away, run away)
Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam
We get bodies every day
We want you home in one piece now (run away, run away)
Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam

Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam
We got people on the way
We want you home in one piece now (run away, run away)
Mm, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-bam
We get bodies every day
We want you home in one piece now

We come for you, no chances
We come for you, no chances
We, we, we
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm, yeah
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm, yeah