On Edge
I'm on edge
I'm on edge
I've been in my head, thinkin' now that I'm
better off dead
Cold nights when I'm in my bed
I don't wanna be alive, that's what I said
Crazy thing I ain't even much scared
Gave it all, I was givin' my best
Broken hearted, got it tatted on my chest
And I always forgive, but I'm still upset
Is it bad as it seems
All the fucked up shit I've seen
Really delt with some fucked up things
I wish my team supported my dreams
Yeah, cause it gets ugly
Yeah, this shit fucks with me
Niggas took my love from me
It's too much, too late
too late, too late
Cause I'm on edge, I'm on edge
Yeah
I'm on edge
And I'm losin' my cool
Cold hearted, I'm losin' my roof
Dull hearted, I'm usin' my tool
Nigga wanna play dumb, Imma lay em like a fool
Remember how they made fun when a nigga was in school
I was real young when I turned to the booth Now I got a few sons tryna copy my moves
Niggas tryna compete, and wanna spoil my mood
Even if I was, nigga, I would never lose
And I can't stand
How they came around and dealt their hand
Really, I'll never give no chance to get me
Fucked up, missin' my grams, I'm empty
Tryna let go, I just can't
Goodbyes never get no chance
Lotta pain, nigga, you don't understand
You don't understand
And I'm on edge, I'm on edge, I'm on edge, I'm on edge
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
I'm on edge
I've been in my head, thinkin' now that I'm
better off dead
Cold nights when I'm in my bed
I don't wanna be alive, that's what I said
Crazy thing I ain't even much scared
Gave it all, I was givin' my best
Broken hearted, got it tatted on my chest
And I always forgive, but I'm still upset
Is it bad as it seems
All the fucked up shit I've seen
Really delt with some fucked up things
I wish my team supported my dreams
Yeah, cause it gets ugly
Yeah, this shit fucks with me
Niggas took my love from me
It's too much, too late
too late, too late
Cause I'm on edge, I'm on edge
Yeah
I'm on edge
And I'm losin' my cool
Cold hearted, I'm losin' my roof
Dull hearted, I'm usin' my tool
Nigga wanna play dumb, Imma lay em like a fool
Remember how they made fun when a nigga was in school
I was real young when I turned to the booth Now I got a few sons tryna copy my moves
Niggas tryna compete, and wanna spoil my mood
Even if I was, nigga, I would never lose
And I can't stand
How they came around and dealt their hand
Really, I'll never give no chance to get me
Fucked up, missin' my grams, I'm empty
Tryna let go, I just can't
Goodbyes never get no chance
Lotta pain, nigga, you don't understand
You don't understand
And I'm on edge, I'm on edge, I'm on edge, I'm on edge
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
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Writer(s): Jaiden Stiles
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