AM 3:00 lyrics

쉽게 잠이 들지않는 새벽 난 또 눈을 떠 x 2

도끼>

쉽게 잠이 들지않는 새벽 난 또 눈을 떴지 얽히고 섥힌 잡 생각들의 interruption

what's in my head gotta wash up my brain 우린 언제나 얽매여있어 더 멋진 삶에

구름이 걷힌 다음에 맑은 하늘과 햇빛을 바랬지만 똑같이 또 비만 내려댔지

큰 우산을 써도 피할수없던 빗방울 실망을 안겨주긴 나도 참 싫었지만은

맘같지 않았던 현실 빗나간 노력의 결실 던진 만큼 건진건 비참하게도 nothin'

더 절실해진 성공이지만 실패만 잦아져 사라져도 모를만큼 아무도 안 알아줘

닫아져 버린 맘 깔아져 어린 난 더 위축되고 하루하루 많아져 고민만

바라고 머리만 썩을순 없는데 같은곳만 돌고돌아

그래 현실을 피해 잠시 기댈 곳 조차 없는 요즘 시대 몇년전 그토록 원했던 삶을 사는 오늘인데

기쁜긴 커녕 내 모든걸 망치는 일에 잔뜩 취해 방에 박혀 또 신세 한탄뿐이네

깊에 뿌리내린 soul 그 누가 알어 철학은 객기 그들에겐 단지 just a product

따러주는듯 독을 붓는 날 속이는 liar 난 그에 맞서는 쓸쓸한 외로운 freedom fighter

man i'm on fire 배신하고 돌아서기엔 날 자꾸 자극하는 넘쳐나는 많은 적이 내

신경을 건드려 뭐를 얻든 다시 시작해 미약해도 괜찮아 나를 얕보질않게

i'm a show'em no one can't block me now yeah i'ma show you non believers how you like me now

아직날 모르겠다면 걱정마 it ain't over 다시 한번 일어설테니까 like i told ya

i'm a show'em no one can't block me now yeah i'ma show you non believers how you like me now

아직날 모르겠다면 걱정마 it ain't over 다시 한번 일어섰어 벌써 like i told ya

i can't (can't) sleep (sleep) i can't (can't) breathe (breathe)

i can't (can't) get (get) this outta my mind x2

Bigtone)

노래던 RAP slow fast how you want it?

I can serve these fiends steady flow like yo yay ronic

Pen in my left pad on my right and when them deuce combine it's steady balance

Providing vision for these blind emcees ain't no prying we

Bigtone and microphone like siamese twins like juice and jin

Like BIG and PAC in Hip-Hop long live the name remain and reign

Moment of silence, pay my respects to the vets so may we keep vibing

My man Peejay in the cockpit yeah we Rhyme Bussin' like nothing

Dust emcees that like to stand tall but weak in the knees

Don't sweat the technique check-mate if you check me lyrical Jet Li

Don't test me you best flee, I'm on a rhyming spree and if you feel a brother

Let me see 'yall vibe with me, All the fame and shine and lime light man you can have it

I ain't tryina cop these phly rides I'm hungry tryina eat

Break bread with the fam some spare change in my hand you smell me?

Don't really care how many inch on my rims, act tough but

bitch when someone step on your tims 'Yall buncha funny ho's posing like a fashion show,

And sick and tired of these gay boy bands that like to hold hands diseasing show programs

I feel some cridicts after this, like I'm a 문제아 but the real snakes is the ones in them suits and ties

With fake smiles and contracts, hands in my pocket before I make a profit

All on my cock tryina squeeze a dollar out my five cents sick and tired of

this nonsense Another day another struggle everyday's a hustle and guarantee when

I bubble and pop it's gonna be some trouble.