Edge Of The Earth (feat. Kid Cudi) lyrics

This is a special presentation Hello everybody, hello everybody Hello everybody, hello everybody Hello everybody, come on down 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