No More Chances - Where It's ATT

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

Blood stains the ivories Of my daddy's baby grand I ain't' seen no daylight Since we started this band No More, No More No More, No More Store bought clothes Falling apart at the seams Tea leaf reading gypsies Fortune telling my dreams [No More, No More No More, No More Holiday Inns, lock the door with a chain You love it and you hate it But to me they're all the same No More, No More No More, No More Baby I'm a dreamer Found my horse and carriage Stalemate jailbait Ladies can't refuse You love them then you leave them With your sold out reviews No More, No More No More, No More Sweet talking barroom, ladies' disease Slipping with her lips Sliding down your knees No More, No More No More, No More Baby I'm a screamer Bound to a wife in marriage Baby, I'm a dreamer Found my horse and carriage Ladies hold the aces And their lovers call it passion The men call it pleasure But to me it's old fashioned Times they're a changing Nothing ever stands still If I don't stop changing I'll be writing out my will It's the same old story Never get a second chance For a dance to the top of the hill Baby I'm a dreamer Found my horse and carriage