3AM

Lyrics

[Chorus] 3 a.m., I'm cookin' up (Cookin' up) 3 a.m., I'm in the studio, my brother rollin' up (Oh, oh) 3 a.m., I'm thinkin' bout these girls inside my phone Nevermind, I'm lyin', I stay on my doly, I'm alone ('Lone, oh) Yeah, I been on my lonesome I been on my doly (Yeah), she try to say I owe some I don't owe you nothin' 'less you talkin' bout that pound town (Yeah, yeah) Wide receiver, five rounds (Woah), 3 a.m., let's vibe out [Post-Chorus] I was outside lookin', hold on, why the heck she look my way? I respected decisions, but the one she made was not that great One she made was not that smart Hit my phone, oh damn, she starts [Verse] Uh, arguin' with me like I don't wanna hear nothin' She know that it's 3 a.m., so why she here? Nah, I ain't arguin' with noise inside my ears Yeah, I ain't arguin' with you, let's keep it P 'Cause I know that you hit my phone and wanna see me I said, "Bro, let's go," told that girl, "Come on" I want you and her, she tryna take me home No, I don't wanna go (Wanna go) I been chillin' on my doly, really don't want hoes I don't want relationships, I do not wanna ghost I don't wanna be on Pinterest, we is not them goals She want happiness, bro, I am not happy, ho I don't want them people takin' pictures when we on our own You pretty, but I don't want nothin' with you Sorry, I can't lock in Niggas with the flash outside, gotta watch them Why is she tellin' lies on that, like, why she cappin'? Tappin', made her tap out Niggas talkin' on the 'net and now I'm feelin' psyched out Finna crash out, nevermind, it's 3 a.m., let's party time Tell them boys to get offline, cookin' up, it's swaggy time [Chorus] 3 a.m., I'm cookin' up (Cookin' up) 3 a.m., I'm in the studio, my brother rollin' up (Oh, oh) 3 a.m., I'm thinkin' bout these girls inside my phone Nevermind, I'm lyin', I stay on my doly, I'm alone ('Lone, oh) Yeah, I been on my lonesome I been on my doly (Yeah), she try to say I owe some I don't owe you nothin' 'less you talkin' bout that pound town (Yeah, yeah) Wide receiver, five rounds (Woah), 3 a.m., let's vibe out [Outro] I was outside lookin', hold on, why the heck she look my way? I respected decisions, but the one she made was not that great One she made was not that smart Hit my phone, oh damn, she starts Wish that you would play your part, play your part