balloon pop

living on the edge I don't cut the hedge all my homies pledge that I'm stand on the edge soul burnt tables turnt wait you turn or I will let you burn I don't really gotta hurt you just got to do what I came to do to get over you you ain't hurt my talent yet all your homies get that you ain't going to make it far in this far an wide wilder then it's even been call me back again and I defeat you once again these lyrics be pouring out my head till there's truth you just don't understand and homies gotta lie again kill the dudes only chance these lyrics be pouring out my head till there's truth you just don't understand and homies gotta lie again kill the dudes only chance come an get high get the paintball gun do a drive by shoot that foe inside his eye make a rookie blind with lyrics of mine I would ghost write and make you perfect for this life so gimme all your knives so I can carve on a 2 ply stick of wood make the world a sign my talents not here to die like eminems who can't get a grip inside his mind they say I'm just like that guy I'm a little fine there's a print about my life that says lyrical God not a godess in time so cross that out ya mind I came into this life for music to create for the subliminal mind I came with a criminals fine a ticket about my life when I was in a hyff stranded by the knife cutting curtains for airtime