Odds Are (Nightcore)

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