"Running For Your Life" lyrics - DIRTY HEADS

DIRTY HEADS

"Running For Your Life"

[Verse 1: Dirty J]
Like a rouge wave, let the water spill
My friends are Crazy 88, call it Kill Bill
Ask me red or blue, I took both pills
Now paint is dripping off the fog like a [?] drill
We got four bottles, hey
Smash it on the ground or you can smash it to your face
Never running low, you know we stack it by the case
Like an old grave, let it bury you
Tell the Reaper to his face, I ain't scared of you
Tonight is the night we gonna carry you
Lift your spirit with a spirit like a parachute
We're mobbin' out today
Massive when we're coming and forever gonna rage
Look up to the lights, put it down on a stage
Tonight you live for something so you better celebrate, yeah

[Chorus: Caillin Russo]
Red lights racing, going for a ride
No breaks, yeah, running for your life
Don't waste it, the moment's never right
So make it, running for your life
Running for your life, yeah
Running for your life
The moment's never right, yeah
Running for your life

[Verse 2: Duddy B]
Tied up and tangled, no sense in resisting
What sound does my voice make if nobody's listening
All I can hear is the wind as it's whistling
All my life I've been searching
Just looking for something
Can't find nothing if you don't go hunting
Man, dive into the flames, you can do it if the Devil can
And I'ma make my mark, yeah
But I'ma start with a spark, yeah
And I'll explode to peace sign
Tie-dyed flag wave higher than the skyline
What a beast is reality
Dreaming is easy, life's just a quandary
Take a wrong turn, you get lost in Jumanji
Forget about the past yo that shit's dirty laundry

[Verse 3: Duddy B + Dirty J + (Both)]
Well it's the Crazy 88, check 'em bobbin' on your face
We out here smashing grapes, Alexander living great
I'm a rolling, living Roman and I'm tokin' in my toga
Keep on rollin' the aroma, now I'm living in a coma
High as fuck, can't feel my face, I kinda wish that I was sober
30 seconds out from Mars, I rolled that on the Rover
Propaganda's on the wall, I made her paint over the poster
Muzzle on the fat lady, the party's never over
(Listen up, kemosabe, hands up, it's a robbery)
Find me at the brothel, pants down in the lobby
Six-shooter [higher move, I've got us?] can't stop me
(Ain't counterfeit spit of some shit you can't copy)

Sound Of Change (2014)