so hard to live I'm hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge Grow up and be a man Drop dead right where I stand I'm hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge
to live. I'm hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge. Grow up and be a man. Drop dead, right where I stand. I'm hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge
hard to live I'm hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge Grow up and be a man Drop dead right where I stand I'm hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge
Traduzione: Buco. Over The Edge.
is scarred up and I can't keep myself from picking We turn pages and fight sore hands ADD addicts of abrasiveness joyriding through the same scene over and over
on the floor The old man looked me in the eyes and then I knew that anything was possible and that his words were true "Son you've got a roof over your
cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge Don't push me cause, I'm over the edge Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head Only reason
it back times ten Stay TRUE -- now that's the one thing I religiously pledge If you ain't wit me I'ma throw you WAY over the edge THIS MEANS WAR!! {
[Bushwick Bill] I like a bitch with a motherfuckin big ass The kind you bounce on and end up with a whiplash When it's bent over Bushwick Bill is in
1 wen dem ah gual a get mad say dem wah grind pon de edge she a gone she lift up de skirt and ah bonce on de ramp bend over touch de floor gual wine
but that's not unusual But the way that I'm feeling's, becoming usual I guess you could say The clouds are moving away [Joe Budden - talking over Chorus
'd Wait By The Door With A Knife In My Hand And A Most Devious Plan It Would Be Quite Grand As The Mail Fell Through The Slot The Sharp Edge He Got
VERSE 1 I know its cold, yeah! Cause my heart is just like yours A black hole in the sky, yeah! That peels back and shadows over... Over top above
food yeah I got it to go So I rep that Killa Hill fly shit across the globe Serve places only bosses go Still climbed to the top, Took losses though On the edge
I walked over to the edge of space, where mind and matter sip on gin. Oversimplified I miss the way things used to be. I like it natural but I understand
[Bayley / Gers] The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles The car is an over and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we