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Hanging on the edge of the earth
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending to see
Laying on a cliff, staring at the stars
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending

Where were you again?
Somewhere with a friend
I was in my head
I'm lost again, again
She turned around and said
That I was like the rest
That I don't understand the way it is
To her

Bits and pieces are wrong with me
If so, won't you sing along with me?
Here's one more for the
People lost in insanity
Cover your wounds, don't show your scars
Smile for friends and carry on
Here's one more for the
People lost in insanity

Hanging on the edge of the earth
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending to see
Laying on a cliff, staring at the stars
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending

Drownin' in all my regrets
All just the same in the end
Over and over again (again)
All that we do is pretend (is pretend, is pretend)
Drownin' in all my regrets
All just the same in the end (just the same)
Over and over again
All that we do is pretend

Hanging on the edge of the earth
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending to see
Laying on a cliff, staring at the stars
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending (days, gone by)

I think I need it
Mm, isn't it beautiful?
Countin' the guap, sippin' on Wock', doin' the usual
Paranoia is real, keep me a Glock, that bitch go doo-doo-doo
I'm thinkin' 'bout bein' a producer
My niggas producers, them choppas go Fruity Loops (brraow)
High stepper (yeah), with my weapon (yeah)
Got no answers to my questions, haha
So if they wanna address it, then we gon' address 'em
Other niggas but that shit ain't impressive
No (no), I'm not impressed (days gone by)
I can shoot, I can pass, I can dribble, triple threat (oh)
(Days gone by, lost in pain of it)
(Days gone by, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Pitbull status, ah
Pour me up, uh
Purple substance, I think I need it
Dollar signs and muddy drank
Help me deal with all my pain
Help me deal with all they hate
Sometimes it hurts to be great, uh

There is an epidemic of mass murder
Being committed by a virtual army
Of unidentified assassins, they appear to be
In a kind of trance
Others describe them as being

The angels have no whiskey, na-a-a-a-a-a
Can't say I'm not disappointed, na-a-a-a-a-a
Yeah, I'm in the thick of it
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I was sick of being sickened, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
The Sun is always beating, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
(Oh, I'm sick)
Post-mortem boredom settling in my skin
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na