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AM
637
Hip-Hop/Rap
AM was released on July 22, 2025 by 10K Projects as a part of the album New Detroit
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Release DateJuly 22, 2025
Label10K Projects
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lelo
Lelo
Vocals
Spaces
Spaces
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Jewell
Khalil Jewell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lelo
Lelo
Engineer
4amjuno
4amjuno
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Spaces
Spaces
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(I just need my—)
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I be floatin' on the seven like my legs don't work
With a forty-eight, I'm purpin' like my head don't hurt
Bougie boostin' me to Heaven if this bread don't first
Got too throwed in the a.m., got me prayin' for birds
I was fucked up 'bout some shit I'd probably take to the hearse
My expression showin' hints I can't relay in no verse
Leave the rap a bit, my mama tryna take me to church
[Verse 1]
Caught up in my own lane, you can't pay me to merge
I wasn't hurtful when I say it, she just take shit the worst
She agnostic, but that Christian make a bougie convert
I ain't even tell her pop it, she start usin' her verbs
Had to push shit out my conscience, like what purpose you serve?
This lil' ho body so obnoxious, might start irkin' my nerves
In my city like a prophet, all my partners disturbed
They got me treatin' every problem like it's not my concern
Too addicted, at the table, I roll all the dice
These **** caught up, tryna flex, at the mall for ice
The shit I do for all my brothers don't even call for hype
****, ayy, don't even call for hype
[Chorus]
Got too throwed in the a.m., got me prayin' for birds
I was fucked up 'bout some shit I'd probably take to the hearse
My expression showin' hints I can't relay in no verse
Leave the rap a bit, my mama tryna take me to church
[Verse 2]
All the hatin' feel good when you poppin' out tags
She said I never gave a fuck, I guess the cat out the bag
And the world keep spinnin', fake love don't last
Ayy, ayy, ayy
They don't wanna see you get paid, get paid, ****
I'm a real guap boy 'cause it's in my veins, ****
She wanna take me out my soul, she a real gravedigger
Had to buy a carry-on, she like, "Take me, ****"
And it's somethin' 'bout the prose make the hate seem realer
She keep trippin' on the phone, she like, "Take these feelings"
If I'm out there on the road, I know AC will rip it
Do it bad if a **** try to play me
**** drownin' in that water, ain't even waist-deep (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I showed face, now she tryna show me HD
[Chorus]
I be floatin' on the seven like my legs don't work
With a forty-eight, I'm purpin' like my head don't hurt
Bougie boostin' me to Heaven if this bread don't first
Got too throwed in the a.m., got me prayin' for birds
I was fucked up 'bout some shit I'd probably take to the hearse
My expression showin' hints I can't relay in no verse
Leave the rap a bit, my mama tryna take me to church
[Verse 3]
I said I'd do it for myself, somehow she took it as us
Made a forty in the a.m., went and booked it to Hutch
**** say it's love, but don't know what it took me to clutch
In the woods seein' double like I took to the Dutch
I was fishin' for the moment, she got hooked to the touch
Got some paper, now she hurt like, "You don't look at me much"
This shit ain't happen overnight, they think it look too abrupt
Got too caught up in the life, I went to ship out the buds
Written by: Khalil Jewell
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