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Utwór 4AM został wydany 1 czerwca 2025 przez TooDumb Records jako część albumu SUMMER BLUE 2
1 czerwca 2025
WytwórniaTooDumb Records
JęzykEnglish
BPM94
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

You're so perfect when i close my eyes
And youre so beautiful when i go blind
Yuh
Every day I think about
What'chu dream about
Day to day and
Night to night
You scream it loud
Let the heavens hear your shout
The things you want and need
Are worth big heads and the clout
You think I dont know
What youre going through?
I'm in the same shit
Except im not a pretty dude
No charisma or compliments
And no sweetness or nothing
Just my common sense
I can see the stars
All the way to Mars
Wish I was far away
So-so but
Why you gotta stop there
Keep pulling on tugged hair
Every day in the sinclair
Eating all of the eclaires
What
I know all of your secrets
Stop trying to get rich
But all of your gold stars
Got nothing on these old, bars
(so)
So youre so perfect when i close my eyes
And you're so beautiful when i go blind
(gone) Alright
(gone) Too late
(oh) Too fly
(gone) Too great
(late) Right now
(late) Seperate
(time) The left rate
(gone) From the brakes
Forgive me
For thinking that we
Were the match made in heaven
We were meant to be
I can see now so clearly
That I was the one in wrong
You were simply tricking me
My bad
My fault
Looking up past the ceiling
And way into infinity
Seeing a dimension
That could mention life
With you and me
Your selective retrospections
Nothing new to me
But shooting me
And leaving me to die
Was just a cruelty
Now I see that you were using me
The hindsight light is 2020
Fun it's funny
Now I really see
The consequence to this ability
To the life that was given me
You played the game
By the wrong set of rules, ah
You only got fools
Now it's endgame
Cards on the table
This the ending
Solar eclipse
A bag of chips
Burning up my eyelids
With no glasses
Was it all worth it?
Was it all worth it?
Did I put any work in?
That'll stop me from blending
Blending, into the crowd
I try to shout so loud
It doesn't make a difference
I try to separate out
Just not to have anyone listen
Purpose?
Meaning?
Fake words that are
For the perturbed
Just to help ‘em find a sense
Of healing
To distract from the existential crisis of being
Just one human being
Can never be anything
But that
But that
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Tight, tight, tight, tight
Written by: Kai Tatupu, Nicholas Muster
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