Odds Are - The FifthGuys/Thatsimo/Riell/Giacomo Pavese

Composed by：Giacomo Pavese/Stefano Panelli/Simone Squillace/Maria Phillipos

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 to too late to

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

And now I have locked my sights on you

Too late to run and hide too late to 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