Here's the phone, It's your call It's your call, It's her Would you rather take it in the other room She's hangin' on and so am I Yeah, I know all about it don't act so surprised It's time to end this game you're playin' She's not the only one who's

I can be messy I can be messy, yeah, I admit it Oh, no changin' Oh, no changin' I can be cruel sometimes, outta my mind Insecure and out the door I can be hard to handle Dance around the house with nothin' but the radio on I can get crazy, yeah, I admit

I'm on the edge with you Tonight yeah baby, tonight yeah baby I'm on the edge of glory and I'm hangin' on a moment of truth Out on the edge of glory and I'm hangin' on a moment with you I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, The edge, the edge, the edge,

It's just the way it is, oh These niggas beat me to it Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh no (They changin', they changin') And everything I got they wanna take it, oh My money and my lady, no They wanna separate it, they try and tear us down Just

Ain't goin' in All my niggas outside We been hangin' outside Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah automatic Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip

I got what you need when you feelin' lonely (Yeah) Said she scared to pop a pill Girl you know what's the deal when you're hangin' with me Tryna see if you for real I heard you talk the talk but will you take these Addys with me? And you know I'm poppin'

I'm not dead, just floating I'm not scared, just changing Right between the ink of your tattoo In the belly of the beast we turned into Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile You're my crack of sunlight I'll find you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

I'm hangin' on, hangin' on Wondering what's up next Girl, I can't wait Ain't nothing like spinning you around the room Where everyone can see You hangin' on, hangin' on to me Yeah I'm hangin' on, hangin' on To every word you say Every move you make

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

Who's that loungin' in my chair? Who's that castin' devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah And I smell sex and candy here Hanging 'round downtown by myself And I've had so much time to sit and think about myself And there she