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3 A.M.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
3 A.M. è stato pubblicato il 15 settembre 2021 da REALGroupStation come parte dell'album Servitude
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Data di uscita15 settembre 2021
EtichettaREALGroupStation
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis.T
Travis.T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis.T
Travis.T
Songwriter

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8/15/2021
"3 A.M."
Excerpt:
Yeah, it's about 3 AM
But here I lay awake again
I was so calm, not restless eh
Life should be good
So why can't I sleep anyways?
Verse 1:
I grumble and fumble on my empty thoughts
Yet, don't understand why my heart aches, tumbles and drops
It seems like I am in my best of regards
Though I am all intact, I somewhat feel several broken shards
Is there a way, in which I could describe my day?
Well, it wasn't black or white, seem to start a little less than alright
But got better not worse, in fact I guarantee first
That I was living in a land of a creativity jurisdiction
No longer a fiction, but a terrible addiction to this stupid rapping game
I sure wish I could shake my name cause I definitely feel a little ashamed
That I am just a lowlife nut job, who's forgot,
How to give blow jobs to a system in which I often feel enslaved to
But that's not new, I am just a little more than blue,
And sometimes solar, it's true,
I know how to tie my shoes, but my mind fucks me up
And I can't really do nothing about it but boo hoo my own stupid boo boos
Golly, I so feel like doo doo
So here I write my poetic words to describe my situation
I am hoping once I vent that I would feel some elimination
Of waste of thoughts, enslavery shots my freedom down the drain
It's a shame cause every mother fucker feels meds will make me sane
Perhaps it will, but most likely it won't, cause at least
I ain't throwing myself in public making a fool out of my pain,
Ah yes, where the fuck are dem gains?
I am not trying to be so lame
Chorus: [Sound issues]
Do you feel my pain?
Oh, wait that is only strains
Of my low life
Do or Die? Don't look alright?
Do you see a soldier?
Or a crazy spoiler?
I see a crime
Suicide? No it's a fight, denied
Verse 2:
With a hymn and a holler, why do I bother?
I know there is a father, who wants his son's coffer
I haven't won the lottery yet, nor do I apply to this offer
Cause to me I don't breathe well under water or cold hard cash
It would be great though to have a passion for something
Wish it was reality but I still seem to be stuck without mentality
So that is my fallacy on why I cannot live a galaxy of luxurious restructuring
Yep, that is my story and lecturing
It's not a hypothesis, or a synonym for a guess
It's just that I often don't feel very blessed
But I did put a rope around my head, and I tried them 7 antipsychotic meds,
But all I could see was me facing red, and rather still put myself out of dread
Or how about them mood stabilizers, they would work I bet?
I thought they were supposed to allow me to aspire or hire me with success?
But all it did was cause me to undress cause I was always tired,
I wasn't a liar just had to fight the sick feelings under fire,
And them sleeping pills had me mired so I conspired
And ran my lawnmower I bought on highway 61 shirtless,
For all its worth, I was greatly tersed for better or for worse
All I kept thinking was the sign I made, so I could get paid,
It said mentally insane, need cash so as every car passed
I made it last even though I looked like an ass. I ask,
Chorus:
Do you feel my pain?
Oh, wait that is only strains
Of my low life
Do or Die? Don't look alright?
Do you see a soldier?
Or a crazy spoiler?
I see a crime
Suicide? No, it's a fight, denied
Do you feel my pain?
Oh, wait that is only strains
Of my low life
Do or Die? Don't look alright?
Written by: Travis.T
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