3 AM

Got my eyes all low
And the bass up high
Hard to let shit go
Hard to let shit slide
And the more I know, yea
The less I try
Can't let that shit show
I got too much pride
Catch me on the road
In the backseat (yeah, yeah)
With a packed up wood
To relax me (yeah, yeah)
And I ain't been home for like
Three damn months
Had to sacrifice
All the things I love
And I hope you understand
I couldn't sit in the stands
Cause the bills piled up and
I needed a plan
In case the money dried up
With no cash in hand
Now I'm always tied up
Do the best I can

Now I'm always tied up
Tied up
Now I'm always tied up
T-t-tied up
(Do the best I can)

Those 3 am phone calls
Make me realize all my flaws
Always busy all night long
Makes me think
I'm living wrong
Like oh
I'm on south bound 95
Windows down
I'm screamin'
Like oh

Overthinking and by my lone
Nothing new to me
This pictures
Been all I've known
Done with living in the what ifs
And maybes though
Nothing worse
Than thinking
About all what
Coulda been gold
On my toes
Dawg you know
I'm keeping
10 of those down
And I know
That it's best for me
To run away now
Let it go
But I won't forget about
All the reasons and
The times
They tried to go
And put me down
I got receipts from
Every season
Can't be jumping off
The deep end
Think I'm shallow
Oh that's funny
I don't care to hear
The reason
I'm gon fly across
The world and show
You all just what
I'm thinking
I was doubting on myself
I bounced right back
To make it even tho
And now it's crazy dawg
I really overthink my life
I try to get a grip but
I can't really squeeze
Too tight
I wanna pack up and
Say fuck it no
I can't think twice
I'll get a second
Chance and maybe
I can get this right

Those 3 am phone calls
Make me realize all my flaws
Always busy all night long
Makes me think
I'm living wrong
Like oh
I'm on south bound 95
Windows down
I'm screamin'
Like oh