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No Chance Video (MV)




Performed By: Ty Davis
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Tyler Davis




Ty Davis - No Chance Lyrics




I don't know how to feel
And most times I don't know what's real
Raised in a world where the fake shit appeals
If I make a mil will I be saved from myself

I don't really know man, I don't know
Gotta keep it going yeah, time don't slow
Pops said no chance, I'll prove him wrong
Cuz I ain't tryna slow dance, I need a vibe
Tried it with the romance, had to say goodbye
Cops said both hands, put 'em in the sky
Man I always asked why

Still no answer, just get those bands up
Or lower your standards
4th down, I need 30 but I'm liking my chances
Friends did me dirty when they knew that my hands was
Only one that's making sure they had some food in a famine
Careful who you calling your fam, yeah
There might be no mercy left on this planet

Right now it's just don't trip, smoke this
Floating but I don't really know if
It'll be safe if I come back down
Staring out the pane in my empty glass house
I ain't never been a saint, Mom would kick my ass out
Smoking during the day, drinking 'til I pass out
Lord knows had some days I was itching to tap out
But I ain't quit yet, don't care where the chips at
Going all in you can't tell me how to live man
That image in your head, I don't care if I fit that
Spent too many years tryna live by that script man, don't care what that bitch says

Cuz I ain't tryna slow dance, I need a vibe
Tried it with the romance, had to say goodbye
Cops said both hands, put 'em in the sky
Man I always asked why
I don't really know man, I don't know
Gotta keep going yeah, time don't slow
Pops said no chance, I'll prove him wrong
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I don't know how to feel
And most times I don't know what's real
Raised in a world where the fake shit appeals
If I make a mil will I be saved from myself

I don't really know man, I don't know
Gotta keep it going yeah, time don't slow
Pops said no chance, I'll prove him wrong
Cuz I ain't tryna slow dance, I need a vibe
Tried it with the romance, had to say goodbye
Cops said both hands, put 'em in the sky
Man I always asked why

Still no answer, just get those bands up
Or lower your standards
4th down, I need 30 but I'm liking my chances
Friends did me dirty when they knew that my hands was
Only one that's making sure they had some food in a famine
Careful who you calling your fam, yeah
There might be no mercy left on this planet

Right now it's just don't trip, smoke this
Floating but I don't really know if
It'll be safe if I come back down
Staring out the pane in my empty glass house
I ain't never been a saint, Mom would kick my ass out
Smoking during the day, drinking 'til I pass out
Lord knows had some days I was itching to tap out
But I ain't quit yet, don't care where the chips at
Going all in you can't tell me how to live man
That image in your head, I don't care if I fit that
Spent too many years tryna live by that script man, don't care what that bitch says

Cuz I ain't tryna slow dance, I need a vibe
Tried it with the romance, had to say goodbye
Cops said both hands, put 'em in the sky
Man I always asked why
I don't really know man, I don't know
Gotta keep going yeah, time don't slow
Pops said no chance, I'll prove him wrong
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Writer: Tyler Davis
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