Текст песни The Edge - Booka600

Touch the trim, be wildin' with it

I hope a nigga don't test me
I signed up for this shit, no lessons
All this money won't change my feelings
If I gotta judge me, a nigga might kill him
And I love my best friend
Post-traumatic stress since that's dead
Pushing me to the edge
'Til I'm losing my head

Beneficial reasons make us friends
Looking death in the eyes, anticipating
Living life in the world is so satanic
We the slaves in the streets since the plantation

Devil whisper in the ear of a grown lady
You can sense fear when the barrel rotate
Together twenty years, take me out in one day
We can't resolve the problem when they all hating
I feel Jewish, God is my Yahweh
When I pray, my temple is my body
Riding country club hills on a Harley
When you from Chicago, no palm trees
Synthetic love, no heartbeat

Pathetic thoughts kill babies

Cold London with a low Celsius
When your closest friends is hating

I hope a nigga don't test me
I signed up for this shit, no lessons
All this money won't change my feelings
If I gotta judge me, a nigga might kill him
And I love my best friend
Post-traumatic stress since that's dead
Pushing me to the edge
'Til I'm losing my head