4 am
4 in the morning
So manic, soaring
This is getting boring
Soon I'll be snoring
Swear shawty is my ting
Never got her a ring
Gotta get me some bling
I don't wanna fall
I just wanna ball
Give me a call
Let's go to the mall
Kitten's got me smitten
I just wanna fit in
I'm the devil, I sin
Just tryna fucking win
Dark blue skies
Artist on the rise
People I despise
Sick of all the lies
Don't need a cane
Unshackle this chain
This ain't a fucking game
So much fucking pain
Gotta catch that train
Forget about the sane
Want some mary jane
I'm so fucking drained
You can pick
Any chick
Bring that dick
Let me lick (mmm)
I'm so tired
Tryna get hired
Wanna be desired
Fans all admire
Real inspired
Writing required
Till I fucking retire
Wanna go home
Don't leave me alone
Still not grown
Pick up the phone
I been locked up
Ain't some bad pup
Don't you know who I am
You cannot trap an artist
Gonna end up on my hit list
Dude just be kind
I'm losing my fucking mind
It's almost my time
Listen to my rhymes
Wake up every morning just to
Grind grind grind
Never forget this name
I ain't about the fame
Just tryna touch you with my words
Let's fly like the birds
Wrote this manic at 4 in the morning
Locked up now I'm fucking soaring
So manic, soaring
This is getting boring
Soon I'll be snoring
Swear shawty is my ting
Never got her a ring
Gotta get me some bling
I don't wanna fall
I just wanna ball
Give me a call
Let's go to the mall
Kitten's got me smitten
I just wanna fit in
I'm the devil, I sin
Just tryna fucking win
Dark blue skies
Artist on the rise
People I despise
Sick of all the lies
Don't need a cane
Unshackle this chain
This ain't a fucking game
So much fucking pain
Gotta catch that train
Forget about the sane
Want some mary jane
I'm so fucking drained
You can pick
Any chick
Bring that dick
Let me lick (mmm)
I'm so tired
Tryna get hired
Wanna be desired
Fans all admire
Real inspired
Writing required
Till I fucking retire
Wanna go home
Don't leave me alone
Still not grown
Pick up the phone
I been locked up
Ain't some bad pup
Don't you know who I am
You cannot trap an artist
Gonna end up on my hit list
Dude just be kind
I'm losing my fucking mind
It's almost my time
Listen to my rhymes
Wake up every morning just to
Grind grind grind
Never forget this name
I ain't about the fame
Just tryna touch you with my words
Let's fly like the birds
Wrote this manic at 4 in the morning
Locked up now I'm fucking soaring
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