Man On The Edge

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't give a fuck, sayin', sayin' [Verse 1] I don't give a fuck what they sayin' Fuck, I ain't trippin' on me, I know you was a hypocrite, lot of pop stars, lot of speculation Talented rappers, but nobody's listenin' It's hard out here, I ain't new by no means home peace, I'm weathered and seasoned Yeah, I'm out of my mind, I'm a man on the edge, don't give me no reasons Dire straits, broken faith, a lot of hate, man, the world gone crazy Entitled, impatient, a whole generation, all just seem to be lazy Blaming it forward, erasing the past, well, they just passing the judgment They don't wanna hear no facts, no shit like that, they above the discussion Saving my breath, well I'm holding my breath and I'm hoping that change on the rise Not here to argue and not here to change your mind, you can't believe those lies I don't feel safe, my opinion is far from intelligence they think it's smart The world is offensive we live in defensive and looking for drama to start I don't know about you, but the people I see turn up over dumb shit lately They don't care about you, when you're lost With their hand out quick like, fuck you, pay me Everybody wanna get, but nobody wanna give you a break till you break, like, hold up First your pockets, then your spirits, then your pride, oh shit, a lunatic showed up [Chorus] I'm a man on the edge, and that edge is a little bit thinner than it was once before If I jump off the edge and I fall into the dark, disappear, would I seem ungrateful? I don't wanna be nothin' but me, not a title or a label or a slot they filled So much comparison, negative narratives, you must not know me for real [Verse 2] I don't fit in, I don't get into that shit that they say be trendin' Tell them again, I'm dark from within, I've been exiled and unfriended I'm immune, I'm an outcast and a outlast in this art form here Nothing happened overnight, I worked for mine, I wanna make that clear Even so-called handouts, if it don't pan out, they can all hate me Know I'm not who they thought I was, learn a little more about dealing with Jamie 'Cause I talk to my headache, bend to my emotions, boiled over like pots of spaghetti I don't mean to sound a little petty, but they all in the sauce and it feel it ain't ready [Chorus] I'm a man on the edge, and that edge is a little bit thinner than it was once before If I jump off the edge and I fall into the dark, disappear, would I seem ungrateful? I don't wanna be nothin' but me, not a title or a label or a slot they filled So much comparison, negative narratives, you must not know me for real [Outro] You must not know me for real You must not know me for real You must not know me for real So much comparison, negative narratives, you must not know me for real