Mike "Cheeze" Brown - Running For Your Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Dirty J] Like a rouge wave, let the water spill My friends are Crazy 88, call it k** 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 Ma**ive 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 [When 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 sh**'s dirty laundry [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 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 f**, 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 sh** you can't copy) [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