Running Out of Life (feat. Lookie Banzi & Chester Summerton)

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FiveSidedDice

FiveSidedDice is a musical artist known for their unique blend of rock and electronic music. With a distinct sound characterized by catchy melodies, bold lyrics, and powerful vocals, FiveSidedDice has gained a loyal fan base. Their music often explores themes of introspection, personal growth, and the complexities of human emotions. FiveSidedDice is known for their energetic live performances and has released several well-received albums throughout their career. more »

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Black highway calling my name
Old tar like my lungs
Devil waiting at the crossroad
Gonna trade in my filthy tongue
Dirt on my past, blood on my hands
Fresh start on my mind
I'm gonna leave this small town life
Far behind
Big city, small budget
Nothing but a heart and a soul
Street smart but still young and dumb
Know when to fold and to hold
Fat chance that I'm taking
What could ever go wrong
Black leather, cheap whiskey
New faces, same old songs
We're going straight down to hell
No matter which route we take out
Might as well make it worth our time
We're running out of life
My prejudice reserved
For the rich man and myself
All the suffering in the world
Explains all your wealth
No colour left in this small world
That we all know
It's best we pack our things and go
That covetous evil
Lurks in every small town folk
Bored of their lives product of the end times
Glasses and cloaks
Business is good
For churches, dealers, and bars
Long distance relations
They hate from afar
We're going straight down to hell
No matter which route we take out
Might as well make it worth our time
We're running out of life
I'm on a mission, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
of being one of the greatest musicians
But the drugs and liquor
Is always blinding a niggas vision
I'm sick of life
Something is telling me I should quit it
But I got a sight
that's got way more faith than a christian
I praise the lord in the booth
Hip hop my new religion
Don't need a proverb or a psalm on my arm
Instagram pics to prove I'm a charm
A chain on my neck
Grills on my teeth
A chick with a weave
To prove I'm a G
All these rappers are always claiming to sound different
But they sound like the last lil nigga that I listen
All my life I've always been rejected
Well this is life
Expect the unexpected
We're running out of life

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