Final Thoughts

[Edge]

My music is movin, soothin, gets u in a groove and
U hear emotions oozin, of failed times, me losin
Boozin, hop up in the car cruisin, hope for no collision
Blured vision,difficult decisions, brain divisions
Im livid, but I wanna keep livin, gotta start winnin
Heads spinnin, cold past but im grinin
Everybody is pinning they’r problems on me
Reppin New York, New York like Guiliani
Its Edge and them, cruising down Lexington
Women all connect with him and rappers all respectin him
Engine starts to run, than it gets to revin
Bottle of 1-5-1, turns to 1-8-7
First u see the gun, next thing u see is heaven
Sippin on the rum, for a chaser coke and lemon
Got my ticket to hell, fckin with coke and women
Gotta straighten up, cuz theres no hope in sinning