12 A.M.
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12am I'm in my thoughts, trippin' cause I'm all alone
In the dark, fightin' demons when I write my songs
And I don't really want you close
That's why I gotta keep the back door closed
I keep to myself, I'm thinkin' bout the shit that happened
Cause foe nem really fucked up, they done left him abandoned
Tryna find a brighter day, he really don't understand it
But I really found my gift, I cannot take it for granted
Late nights all alone
Tryna see if I got a notification on my phone
Cause they don't check up on me
Regardless, sit alone, I think inside
Steady tryna clear my mind
No opps up in this shit cause when they see me they just passin' by
Told my niggas better clean your eyes
All these bitches do is lie
Never closest to my pops and now he gone and all I do is cry
Thankful for my momma, she kept me out the trenches
Taught me at a young age cause I was young and reckless
Remember back in school we was flippin' off them benches
Now these niggas grew up, they trippin', toting switches
Thank God it ain't come my way
My way
My way
12am, I'm in my thoughts
Trippin' cause I'm all alone
In the dark, fighting demons when I write my songs
And I don't really want you close
That's why I gotta keep the back door closed
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JP
12am I'm in my thoughts, trippin' cause I'm all alone
In the dark, fightin' demons when I write my songs
And I don't really want you close
That's why I gotta keep the back door closed
I keep to myself, I'm thinkin' bout the shit that happened
Cause foe nem really fucked up, they done left him abandoned
Tryna find a brighter day, he really don't understand it
But I really found my gift, I cannot take it for granted
Late nights all alone
Tryna see if I got a notification on my phone
Cause they don't check up on me
Regardless, sit alone, I think inside
Steady tryna clear my mind
No opps up in this shit cause when they see me they just passin' by
Told my niggas better clean your eyes
All these bitches do is lie
Never closest to my pops and now he gone and all I do is cry
Thankful for my momma, she kept me out the trenches
Taught me at a young age cause I was young and reckless
Remember back in school we was flippin' off them benches
Now these niggas grew up, they trippin', toting switches
Thank God it ain't come my way
My way
My way
12am, I'm in my thoughts
Trippin' cause I'm all alone
In the dark, fighting demons when I write my songs
And I don't really want you close
That's why I gotta keep the back door closed
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Credits
Writer(s): Simon Dominic
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