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letra de over the edge - dizi johnson

[hook]
don’t you look down on me i
just been pushed to dam far i
done lost my sanity
i will blow you away
i’m seeing black and grey
i know you see it to
there is no reasoning
i will blow you away

[verse 1]
warning this here’s a new year it’s morning
eyes just open scratch my nuts while yawning
picked up the paper they say rebellion is forming
there goes the neighborhood now the rebels is storming
lit up a cigarette took a sip of my yak
sat back and bump b.i. 10 crack commandments
got a hangover still able to manage
to load up my 45 conceal it an ride high
old school bucket
nothing fancy but the torch in the back seat m-ss weapon of damage
if the law catch me i’m done
if a rival catch me slipping i’m burned
either way you look at it i’m a loose so i’d rather die holding a gun
f-ck you middle fingers to the sun yeah
and i’ll be d-mned if they back me down
back on the wall no were to run
guess you really gotta clap me now

[hook]

[verse 2]
failure not an option you can get it two ways
either bawl down or get laid down in a coffin
still alive choke on your spit until you die
from suffocation cause you wouldn’t swallow your pride
so sick and tired of being tired of being frustrated
temperature rise i might not make it
i’m in a life of s-x money and drugs murder
were wrong words can start wars an leave tongues tied in the gutter
can’t stunt like i don’t love it
attempted suicide got my mind blown and bugging
kind of twisted typical mental cripple criminal bout his business
cash over the pigeons poured salt on leaches
now i’m doubling digits
fat stacks in duffle bags surprised that i’m breathing
an when i speak you better know that i mean this
i ain’t a k!ller but don’t give me a reason

[hook]

[verse 3]
it’s h-ll in my city of angels amongst friends and foes
which ones which you never know till the guns let off
residue on your finger you crumble inch by inch
they say you live and you learn
how if you dead then you got burned
rest in peace another meal for warms
pour out a lil’ liquor wonder when it’s gone be my turned
to be judged by the father of sons and daughters
they say the good die young but round here
it don’t matter your religion we all victims of slums
i ain’t the boss i ain’t the boss i ain’t pay that cost to get off
then get hit up tossed up an double crossed
because i walk much cleaner
talk kind of slurred when i’m leaning what nerve he has
chemically unbalanced mentally i’m scarred
my emotions have been crucified physically i’m damaged

[hook]

- dizi johnson

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