4Am
4am taking shots like I'm Jordan
Running through paychecks and latex but I got work in morning
And I been living this life like it would never get boring
But that was then now I figured things out
On that tonic east side high in the middle of the summer
Tell the bartender go ahead pour us another
Until my words started to slur and my night became a blur
But it cleared up when she came through
She sets the room on fire when she walks in but
Nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving working up the
nerve but maybe I should stay in my lane
She knows exactly how to get to me
She Gives me life but she's the death of me
But my gaze is on her curves and I'm
workin up the nerves but maybe I should
Stay in my lane
And I'm like "woah"
And I snap out of it
I'm tryna flex sending late texts see if she's down down down
Like ok
Ay
But these days
Ay
I've been searching every corner of this town town town
And everybody's asking me why
Out in NYC I'm
Running through these streets
Getting every girl I see
Take her home and then repeat
But baby that was then now I figured things out
She sets the room on fire when she walks in
Nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving working up the
nerve but maybe I should stay in my llane
She knows exactly how to get to me
Gives her life but she's the death of me
But my gaze is on her curves and I'm
workin up the nerves but maybe I should
Stay in my lane
Oooo I know we both can feel the tension
She has me lost and I ain't looking for direction
She got me running through my savings and my checkings
I'm broke as sh*t and I'm still paying her attention
She used to know me from her DMs and her mentions
Now at the studio sessions she's in attendance
Got sick of shoulda could woulda now I'm with her
in uber "get in loser" guess she's down down down
She sets the room on fire when she walks in
Nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving working up the
nerve but maybe I should stay in my lane
She knows exactly how to get to me
Gives me life but she's the death of me
But my gaze is on her curves and I'm
workin up the nerves but maybe I should
Stay in my lane
4am taking shots like I'm Jordan
Running through paychecks and latex but I got work in morning
And I been living this life like it would never get boring
But that was then now I figured things out
Running through paychecks and latex but I got work in morning
And I been living this life like it would never get boring
But that was then now I figured things out
On that tonic east side high in the middle of the summer
Tell the bartender go ahead pour us another
Until my words started to slur and my night became a blur
But it cleared up when she came through
She sets the room on fire when she walks in but
Nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving working up the
nerve but maybe I should stay in my lane
She knows exactly how to get to me
She Gives me life but she's the death of me
But my gaze is on her curves and I'm
workin up the nerves but maybe I should
Stay in my lane
And I'm like "woah"
And I snap out of it
I'm tryna flex sending late texts see if she's down down down
Like ok
Ay
But these days
Ay
I've been searching every corner of this town town town
And everybody's asking me why
Out in NYC I'm
Running through these streets
Getting every girl I see
Take her home and then repeat
But baby that was then now I figured things out
She sets the room on fire when she walks in
Nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving working up the
nerve but maybe I should stay in my llane
She knows exactly how to get to me
Gives her life but she's the death of me
But my gaze is on her curves and I'm
workin up the nerves but maybe I should
Stay in my lane
Oooo I know we both can feel the tension
She has me lost and I ain't looking for direction
She got me running through my savings and my checkings
I'm broke as sh*t and I'm still paying her attention
She used to know me from her DMs and her mentions
Now at the studio sessions she's in attendance
Got sick of shoulda could woulda now I'm with her
in uber "get in loser" guess she's down down down
She sets the room on fire when she walks in
Nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving working up the
nerve but maybe I should stay in my lane
She knows exactly how to get to me
Gives me life but she's the death of me
But my gaze is on her curves and I'm
workin up the nerves but maybe I should
Stay in my lane
4am taking shots like I'm Jordan
Running through paychecks and latex but I got work in morning
And I been living this life like it would never get boring
But that was then now I figured things out
Credits
Writer(s): Cathal Joseph Smyth, Michael Barson, Daniel Mark Woodgate, Graham Mcpherson, Mark William Bedford, Christopher John Foreman, Lee Jay Thompson
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