The last year was one lost year of my life I loved her, but this was the worst thing I could ever do Now that I'm free, I know that this one lost year
display, they got no back bone They looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown Cause we ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas Glock cocked we hop out, and surprise on
me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies Brainstorm on the beginnin Wonder how s**t
trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on
thanks fi the power of devine Lost in search of the big goldmine And ina darkness blind man e lead blind With no limitaion I man feel fine Living on the edge
a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll I read it on a wall It went straight to my head It said "Dance to the tension Of a world on edge" We got racial
you can stop It's rock n' roll I read it on a wall It went straight to my head It said "Dance to the tension of a world on edge" We got racial violence
hard to fucking give No one person has the answers, there's no one way to live Nobody's better than no one else, straight edge or what you eat Stand
High my name's Ludacris and im high as girrafes (yeah) And im close to the edge so your parents can come push me I curse somuch just to get on they nerves
to feel lost to be left out in the dark to be kicked when you're down you feel like you've been pushed around to be on the edge of breaking down and
To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked When you?re down To feel like you?ve been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down When
off She spoke to me again She came up and said `You have the eyes of a friend And there's a razor's edge That I have lost somewhere And I would like
a million things about me You will never know Like they caught me on video And yeah they caught me on radio yeah They caught me on video radio stereo
somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on
was leaving for good Life?s made of trouble, worry, pain and struggle She wrote 'good bye' in the dust on the hood They found a map of Missouri Lipstick on
[Intro] I can't read I got five on it I got five on it too my niggas You smokin nigga? Nah, I ain't smokin Nigga come on, just hit the fuckin blunt Nah