love Nothing to spill because oh, we're so innocent Oh, on the edge of Oh, oh, on the edge of I could have built you a house on the ocean The ocean
: I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word
He Bleed Like Me, Any Nigga Can Get Touched Got My Knife On My Belt and The Forty By My Phone Clip I'm On The Edge, Fuck Around, and Get Your Dome Split
before we lose touch of we thought this was low It's bad gettin worse so Chorus: Whered all the good people go Ive been changin channels I dont see them on
That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on I'm eatin', ya'll niggas
: One, two.. There's a young girl lost on the edge of town, don't see no future, it's blind. Don't give up when you're upside down, you just keep
For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass For dignity Somebody got murdered on
that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf Come sit down on my knee You are
desert sun sinking Sleepy and low But we're just waking We are waking River time is a mountain tonight Before tomorrow she flows on Carving valleys in the skin on
water fell Oh then I kissed your lips but when I looked into your eyes They were gone, gone over the rise Tonight the blackbirds fly low on the water's edge
that The way she turn and twist y'all Drop it down low to the floor make her hips flow It's another thong song like sisqo Say you Wanna put your lips on
I know that you know that I tried I don't count the tears I've cried This car has driven it's last mile As you stand, on the edge, far and low Somethin
: I used to hang my head down low Never knowing which way I was going My life was getting close to the edge And I knew that it was showing Because of
you be so shallow, swimmin in the deep water? It's a fine line and your walkin on the edge Yeah I'm used to the rain fallin on my head But this weather
leave it. Take you on a rockin stroll, dig yourself a deeper hole. Lookin high but feelin low, pray to God to save your soul. Too fast livin on the edge
jump on her If i could, get her outta here i would I never seen a girl move that good And there's something tellin' me i should Get Low! (low, low
son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on
A contemptible ethic, a relict For the weakest of the weak For the lowest of the low My voice for the voiceless My fists for the innocent On the edge
