This is a song about "Door edge"

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

// [when you walked through the door]

You showed me to the door

You ain't gotta worry no more

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french

I got soul, there's more in store

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

I ain't happy with the score

You showed me to the door

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Who did it before

// [when you walked through the door]