Crossing Belt - No.8

Move!
Move!
Might get a single chance to pull it off and take a stand
Lay my eyes on the prize that keeps falling from my hand
I need to realize I'm hangin' by a thread
Didn't take so long this time to put a price tag on my head
Into the fight
Blood burns inside
Hooked on an 8 second ride
No matter the time
No matter the place
Don't turn around and go back to your fate
No matter the time
Don't cover your face
I sold my soul to the number eight
My hat goes down tonight and I'm about to spin it 'round
I'm sittin' on a dynamite I'm gonna burn it to the ground
Just gettin' out the gate the street is goin' straight to hell
Hold on tight to buck 'em right, the crowd is waiting for the bell
Into the fight
Blood burns inside
Hooked on an 8 second ride
No matter the time
No matter the place
Don't turn around and go back to your fate
No matter the time
Don't cover your face
I sold my soul to the number eight
Yeah!
No matter the time
No matter the place
Don't turn around and go back to your fate
No matter the time
Don't cover your face
I sold my soul to the number eight
No matter the time
No matter the place
Don't turn around and go back to your fate
No matter the time
Don't cover your face
I sold my soul to the number eight
To the number eight!

Written by:
Fabio Deandrea, Stefano Borin

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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