eight edge – fallen angels lyrics
[chorus] x2
i been on the road to life
on the edge don’t think it twice
carve my name up on the walls
i’m watching how the angels fall
[verse 1]
feel like i’m part of the rain
ripple them ashes a fame
i’m finna trip on a shoe laced with some sh-t
it’s f-cked just to get you to grain
peep on the brain tether to nothing
do what you may, gone turn nothing to something
take me away, cause my life is just suckin
fuss with the rules, i abide by the lovin (yuh)
grabbin a cane, all a these b-tches arcane
do you understand what the meaning of life is
do you understand what i’m saying?
heat of the moment, lean to the close
the ones that go say, they gone love you the most
but now you’re the way, gone bite you to p-ss
day break through the gl-ss, we don’t ever last so ask
why do we break us apart
why do we take was not ours
run around screaming we love you, we love you
don’t f-ck with you when you depart
can’t tell apart, the deamons from angels
don’t give a f-ck about you when it’s danger
goes out to show who the f-ck is beside of you
who’s up at the top, and who’s plotting behind you (yuh)
[chorus] x2
i been on the road to life
on the edge don’t think it twice
carve my name up on the walls
i’m watching how the angels fall
[verse 2]
everyone’s blind, so who the f-ck can you trust
so who the f-ck can you bust
cause all of these idiots look at you, like you’re the one they can trust
i’ve had enough…
i feel a shift in the gear, i kick a b-tch out the rear
pitch out the beer, fuss with the homies around me
they raised me to push, i can veer
nothing come near me, i’m like a monster
on some opolis sh-t, in my hustle
talking away all the time that you rielize
that you ain’t got nothing to show for the muscle
look, not here to say it ain’t tough
our youth is layin in dust
on the one hand you don’t know who you are
on the other it’s “who i can f-ck?”
man this sh-t off, how can you f-ck if you nasty?
you gotta learn to be cl-ssy
kick off the ball in a roll, you gone see that you
ain’t made of nothing, go out and start smashing ashes
as if we we posed to be savage
you just ain’t thinking its madness
you got some sh-t you could puff, hit the studio
off with that bad sh-t, ratchet woah? (yaw)
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