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3 A.M.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
3 A.M. was released on December 9, 2018 by Devilish Trio as a part of the album Volume 3
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Release DateDecember 9, 2018
LabelDevilish Trio
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Devilish Trio
Devilish Trio
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devilish Trio
Devilish Trio
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Lyrics

I woke up freezing. It was exactly 3 a.m
3 a.m. is the demonic witching hour. It’s a way for demons to mock the holy trinity. It's an inversion of 3 p.m., the miracle hour, which is traditionally accepted as the hour of Christ
Crawl out the pile of dirt from earth, this wondrous child of vile is birthed
Born in this world with the mark of the curse
A scar on my body it shows what I’m worth
Descendent of powerful men
Strong in the mind with the world in his hand
Disgusted by what he sees all of the greed
So devine is these sinister sons of the damned
Ain't no words left to be said, livin' like I am already dead
Puffing this sour, it rottens my head
Tainted my lungs from smoking this red
When they take a look at me
They think the man that I should be
Judgmental fucks, you're a disease, you'll never get the best of me
Big words from a little man, caught in your feelings you know you can’t stand
How we're rising in demand, bow to the three 'cause we're taking the land
What is the truth when delusion is heavy
The flow in the stream is corrupted with envy
2faced to me behind back there is many
Can't trust a soul, out to get your last penny
The tribulations, bombings and decapitations
What has this world become, the monster we have created
Terror is rising daily, tactics are quickly fading
Is this the end of man, is this even all worth saving?
Get on the ground, don't make a damn sound, please don't make me have to unload my last round
Get on the ground, don't make a damn sound, please don't make me have to unload my last round
Get on the ground, don't make a damn sound, please don't make me have to unload my last round
Get on the ground, don't make a damn sound, please don't make me have to unload my last round
Wake up, this nightmare, it ain't over yet, come follow me to hell
The Devil is waiting to make you his child, so ready yourself for pain and death
Recognize your fate, bite the curb until it breaks
But don't be nervous, soon the taste of blood will start to feed your hatred
Your first assignment after conversion, go on and kill that priest
He's been raping the children of innocent, now he will die and be merged with his demon
Justifiable murder is part of the evil inside every person
So choose to feed upon the corpse of all that's worthless let it set you free
I've been waiting for too long, someone let me out
I am the serpent, the slithering death, no one can stop me now
I'm coming to get you Barbara, watch your back
You should've never fucked around, and cheated on your spouse
You knew that this would happen
The convenant raises a cup in your name as they dance in the light of the moon
The cauldron of poison is slowly prepared, and you'll drink it to find the illusion
And there I'll be waiting. sharpening tools I'll be using to battle your rudeness
I am the lesson that needs to be learned
You will never escape from the truth
Boy, I bet you'd stick your head in fire if I told ya you could see Hell. Meanwhile, you're too stupid to realize you got a demon stickin' out your ass, singing, "Holy Miss Moley, got me a live one."
Written by: Devilish Trio
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