3 am
It's a new life, new whip new music
My life a movie, wrote the script and produced it
I Facetime myself to speak to somebody real
I'm too busy doing me to care how somebody feel
3 am
Late night, that's the issue
Talking to myself because there ain't no one to vent to
Why do everybody run they mouth like a relay
How she used to play me now she got my shit on replay
Why Brodie running up racks off of Nightquill
I just kill these beats and deliver more than Amazon Prime will
Follow my steps and we'll blow up together like a mine-field
Ok
3 am
Late night, after party
Scrolling on Snapchat, niggas talking shit, bitches duck faced like Afflac
Carry them on songs I might need a bigger backpack
They only want you when you're famous or Cassius
Did they make-up and they lashes only staring at they asses
Been writing so long seen more bars than a felon
Plug used to sell gas by the seven eleven
Po's locked him down found out he was selling
Ten years of his life for a matter of seconds
It ain't right
She came to my crib once
But she came twice
Stop acting like a gang, charades on game night
They be quick to pull your card, you better play right
Y'all capping, y'all not trapping
Feeling like i'm in a movie everybody acting
Ten with an ass, no way imma pass it
Let's make a movie starring me you and a mattress
I don't want no babies we just doing it for practice
My boo pussy pink like salmon
Your bitch is a catfish
Ew
Neck under water i'm a star like Patrick
Stiles Martin - 3AM Lyrics
Stiles Martin - 3AM Lyrics
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3 am
It's a new life, new whip new music
My life a movie, wrote the script and produced it
I Facetime myself to speak to somebody real
I'm too busy doing me to care how somebody feel
3 am
Late night, that's the issue
Talking to myself because there ain't no one to vent to
Why do everybody run they mouth like a relay
How she used to play me now she got my shit on replay
Why Brodie running up racks off of Nightquill
I just kill these beats and deliver more than Amazon Prime will
Follow my steps and we'll blow up together like a mine-field
Ok
3 am
Late night, after party
Scrolling on Snapchat, niggas talking shit, bitches duck faced like Afflac
Carry them on songs I might need a bigger backpack
They only want you when you're famous or Cassius
Did they make-up and they lashes only staring at they asses
Been writing so long seen more bars than a felon
Plug used to sell gas by the seven eleven
Po's locked him down found out he was selling
Ten years of his life for a matter of seconds
It ain't right
She came to my crib once
But she came twice
Stop acting like a gang, charades on game night
They be quick to pull your card, you better play right
Y'all capping, y'all not trapping
Feeling like i'm in a movie everybody acting
Ten with an ass, no way imma pass it
Let's make a movie starring me you and a mattress
I don't want no babies we just doing it for practice
My boo pussy pink like salmon
Your bitch is a catfish
Ew
Neck under water i'm a star like Patrick
It's a new life, new whip new music
My life a movie, wrote the script and produced it
I Facetime myself to speak to somebody real
I'm too busy doing me to care how somebody feel
3 am
Late night, that's the issue
Talking to myself because there ain't no one to vent to
Why do everybody run they mouth like a relay
How she used to play me now she got my shit on replay
Why Brodie running up racks off of Nightquill
I just kill these beats and deliver more than Amazon Prime will
Follow my steps and we'll blow up together like a mine-field
Ok
3 am
Late night, after party
Scrolling on Snapchat, niggas talking shit, bitches duck faced like Afflac
Carry them on songs I might need a bigger backpack
They only want you when you're famous or Cassius
Did they make-up and they lashes only staring at they asses
Been writing so long seen more bars than a felon
Plug used to sell gas by the seven eleven
Po's locked him down found out he was selling
Ten years of his life for a matter of seconds
It ain't right
She came to my crib once
But she came twice
Stop acting like a gang, charades on game night
They be quick to pull your card, you better play right
Y'all capping, y'all not trapping
Feeling like i'm in a movie everybody acting
Ten with an ass, no way imma pass it
Let's make a movie starring me you and a mattress
I don't want no babies we just doing it for practice
My boo pussy pink like salmon
Your bitch is a catfish
Ew
Neck under water i'm a star like Patrick
Writer: Stiles Martin
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