4AM
I have been rehearsing all day
I have been up since four this morning
I have been trying to write a song for a week
And I am nowhere
Four in the mornin', no sleep 'till I finish
J'fais les cent pas dans ma tête when I'm lagging
Ain't got no time for the phone and the worries
I know the song, I don't like the melody
I'm out of words to describe what I'm feeling
I'm out of strengh, yet I don't plan to give in
Going insane but hamdoullah I made it
I do whatever I want for a living
It's okay, (hey) it's okay, (hey) it's okay, (hey) it's okay (hey)
It's okay, (hey) it's okay, (hey) it's okay (hey)
I'm putting the work, weeks in a row
J'suis trop dans la sauce h24, I'll make it a song
I know my worth, fuck is you on?
Now I gotta go, bitch, be leave me the fuck alone
Ahhh, I'm searching the words, swimmin' in circles
Diamonds and blood, all for the game or for the worse
Again and again and again and again
I go on, Imma work it out
Again and again and again and again
I get lost in the sauce
Paving the way for the kids I'm the Khalifa
Manda cash mersoul l'hob tata Khadeeja
I get plenty feelings from that Mary Jane
Don't call me when I'm lost in my chronics
Again and again and again, it's a looping
Still in my square but she asking "where you been?"
Stuck in my head I won't leave till I'm finished
I'm never scared, I'm a man in the making
(You're still a man in the making, be patient)
(It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
I got it, I got it
I got it cuz I cannot think of defeat, my man
J'dois nous sortir d'la fosse
I'll do everything, I rely on my dick no hands
I'm better by default
Ils font les fous, les frères, les fans mais c'est que d'l'internet
Est-ce que t'as taste tes morts?
What you got? Baisse ta tête!
Fait ton testam', tu peux pas
Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck you doing?
I'm putting the work, weeks in a row
J'suis trop dans la sauce h24, I'll make it a song
I know my worth, fuck is you on?
Now I gotta go, bitch, be leave me the fuck alone
Ahhh, I'm searching the words, swimmin' in circles
Diamonds and blood, all for the game or for the worse
Again and again and again and again
I go on, Imma work it out
Again and again and again and again
I get lost in the sauce
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
I have been up since four this morning
I have been trying to write a song for a week
And I am nowhere
Four in the mornin', no sleep 'till I finish
J'fais les cent pas dans ma tête when I'm lagging
Ain't got no time for the phone and the worries
I know the song, I don't like the melody
I'm out of words to describe what I'm feeling
I'm out of strengh, yet I don't plan to give in
Going insane but hamdoullah I made it
I do whatever I want for a living
It's okay, (hey) it's okay, (hey) it's okay, (hey) it's okay (hey)
It's okay, (hey) it's okay, (hey) it's okay (hey)
I'm putting the work, weeks in a row
J'suis trop dans la sauce h24, I'll make it a song
I know my worth, fuck is you on?
Now I gotta go, bitch, be leave me the fuck alone
Ahhh, I'm searching the words, swimmin' in circles
Diamonds and blood, all for the game or for the worse
Again and again and again and again
I go on, Imma work it out
Again and again and again and again
I get lost in the sauce
Paving the way for the kids I'm the Khalifa
Manda cash mersoul l'hob tata Khadeeja
I get plenty feelings from that Mary Jane
Don't call me when I'm lost in my chronics
Again and again and again, it's a looping
Still in my square but she asking "where you been?"
Stuck in my head I won't leave till I'm finished
I'm never scared, I'm a man in the making
(You're still a man in the making, be patient)
(It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
I got it, I got it
I got it cuz I cannot think of defeat, my man
J'dois nous sortir d'la fosse
I'll do everything, I rely on my dick no hands
I'm better by default
Ils font les fous, les frères, les fans mais c'est que d'l'internet
Est-ce que t'as taste tes morts?
What you got? Baisse ta tête!
Fait ton testam', tu peux pas
Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck you doing?
I'm putting the work, weeks in a row
J'suis trop dans la sauce h24, I'll make it a song
I know my worth, fuck is you on?
Now I gotta go, bitch, be leave me the fuck alone
Ahhh, I'm searching the words, swimmin' in circles
Diamonds and blood, all for the game or for the worse
Again and again and again and again
I go on, Imma work it out
Again and again and again and again
I get lost in the sauce
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Again and again, again and again
Credits
Writer(s): William Boyette, Riles Riles
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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