4am
4am taking shots like I'm Jordan
Running through paychecks and latex
But I got work in the morning
And I've been living this life, like it'll never get boring
But that was then, now I figured things out
On that sonic east side high
In the middle of the summer
Tell that bartender to go ahead pour us another
Till my watch 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
(Oh yea she do)
She gives me life but she's the death of me
(Oh yea she is now)
My gaze is on her curves I'm working up the nerve
But maybe I should stay in my lane
And I'm like 'woah' and I snap out of it
I'm tryin to flex it and look sexy
To see if she's down down down like okay (aye)
But these days (aye)
I've been searching every corner
Of this town town town
And everybody's asking me why out in NYC um
Running through these streets
Getting every girl I see, take her home and then repeat
But baby that was then, now I figure things out
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
(Oh yea she do)
She gives me life but she's the death of me
(Oh yea she is now)
My gazes is on her curves, I'm working up the nerve
But maybe I should stay in my lane
And I'm like ooh, I know we both could feel the tension
She has me lost and ain't looking for directions
She got me running through
My savings and my checking's
I'm broke as shit and I'm still paying her attention
She used to know me from a DMs and a mentions
Now at the studio, says she's in attendance
Got sick of should of, could of, would of
Now I'm with her in a Uber
(Get in loser)
But she's down down down
She sets the room on fire when she walks in
But nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving, working up the nerves
But maybe I should stay in my lane
She knows exactly how to get to me
(Oh yes she do)
She gives me life but she's the death of me
(Oh yes she is now)
My gaze is on her curves, I'm working 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 the morning
And I've been living this life, like it'll never get boring
But that was then, now I figured things out
Running through paychecks and latex
But I got work in the morning
And I've been living this life, like it'll never get boring
But that was then, now I figured things out
On that sonic east side high
In the middle of the summer
Tell that bartender to go ahead pour us another
Till my watch 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
(Oh yea she do)
She gives me life but she's the death of me
(Oh yea she is now)
My gaze is on her curves I'm working up the nerve
But maybe I should stay in my lane
And I'm like 'woah' and I snap out of it
I'm tryin to flex it and look sexy
To see if she's down down down like okay (aye)
But these days (aye)
I've been searching every corner
Of this town town town
And everybody's asking me why out in NYC um
Running through these streets
Getting every girl I see, take her home and then repeat
But baby that was then, now I figure things out
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
(Oh yea she do)
She gives me life but she's the death of me
(Oh yea she is now)
My gazes is on her curves, I'm working up the nerve
But maybe I should stay in my lane
And I'm like ooh, I know we both could feel the tension
She has me lost and ain't looking for directions
She got me running through
My savings and my checking's
I'm broke as shit and I'm still paying her attention
She used to know me from a DMs and a mentions
Now at the studio, says she's in attendance
Got sick of should of, could of, would of
Now I'm with her in a Uber
(Get in loser)
But she's down down down
She sets the room on fire when she walks in
But nobody wants to fight the flames
Drinking got me swerving, working up the nerves
But maybe I should stay in my lane
She knows exactly how to get to me
(Oh yes she do)
She gives me life but she's the death of me
(Oh yes she is now)
My gaze is on her curves, I'm working 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 the morning
And I've been living this life, like it'll never get boring
But that was then, now I figured things out
Credits
Writer(s): Gaetano Annunziata, Mark Supik
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