Haunted Mound MoundRich, bitch Yeah, yeah Hauntaholics, you bastards Grave Man, Haunted Mound S-S-Sematary Grave Man, I creep with the knife HDOE got the nine, ay Ghost, grab the knife Sematary Grave Man, I creep with the knife I got guns, I got knives, I got scythes, I got iron 3 AM Gang, we ride in the night I've been makin' bangers like every fuckin' night Bitch, I'm on the creep, in the place beyond the pines I don't like life so you know I stay high, bitch I stay high, lace tied on the powerlines Not a runaway ramp for my semi But then I keep it low gear on my decline Just to find my way back to the white line No more to cut down, I've felled all the trust now 'Cause in the clearing, I'm safe from the fire I'm in my cabin, Thoreau in the stash house 'Cause with no feeling, I'll face no desire Back to the cold air, wra-wracked to the bone Trapped in soul snares, got their hold Bled-bled-bled out and died on the side of my road And you'd lose it all again just to know what I know, yeah 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang Holdin' up threes, bitch, it's 3 AM Gang 3 AM when we ride, bitch, stay out my way (skrrt) 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang Haunted Mound boys reppin' 3 AM Gang Haunted Mound girls screamin' 3 AM Gang (hDOE, HDOE, Hackle Down On 'Em) In the middle of the night, my team, we 3 AM (we 3AM) I ain't never solo, it's always me and 'em (always me and 'em) I ain't got no dopamine, I'm never feelin' it (no, no) It's a dark ass night, no way you seein' me (let's get it) Cartier eyes can see now, still can't see no way out (huh? Yo) You can come over and find out, 3 AM gang, it's that Haunted Mound (skrrt) Mound-MoundRich money, large amounts Coffin sleepin' in that white shroud (hDOE) See me on stage in your city, screamin' HDOE We turnt up way too damn much My brain took all the damage It's 3 AM, it's 3 AM, Sun down, please don't come back up (3AM Gang) 3 AM, my fuckin' gang, foggy night, got that mist brain (mist, yo) You know I love my dirty sprite, thirty round makin' my yoppa sing Shawty, you can call me the blood Moon rider (skrrt) Blangy belt rocker, Haunted Mound reaper We all pop dope, but my dope pop better Fine ass shawty, suck my motherfuckin' schlanger Pills on my chicken, I'm just tryna get higher I'm sorry, ma'am, sir, I am never sober And I'm never friendly, goin' ghost like Casper I got Babadook hands like Freddy Krueger Do ya' hear the bells? It's the witching hour Ride through the night, we some Haunted Mound losers 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang Holdin' up threes, bitch, it's 3 AM Gang 3 AM when we ride, bitch, stay out my way (skrrt) 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang 3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang Haunted Mound boys reppin' 3 AM Gang H-H-Haunted Mound girls screamin' 3 AM Gang