4 AM, Pt. 3 (feat. Gabe the Kid)
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Caught in the rain You say you're Caught in the rain You say you're Caught in the rain You say you love me But you'll never change 4 AM flows I'm on the night crawl Tightroping in my mind's war Hands together for peace Well what's the time for? I was up at 2:02 once preaching legacy I fear my dreams might best me, night visions got my eyes sore I guess my life is like my sleeping pattern Non-existent and ridiculous habits, a couple panics Anxiety, the wave coming rapid, I'm getting rabid And there's no white noise on but all I hear is static Sum of the last couple years inside the previous 8 bars Nearly shut off my vision like I was Saul or Ray Charles Every dog has their day, I greet mine with a game snarl Ask yourself, which path did I take far? The prodigal or prophetic? I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit Cutting corners like I'm tracing Ignored the caution that I'll keep going in circles Never replace the placement A mind stuck in the basement, don't make progress, debates it Change I walked into a turnstile, couldn't time and space it Being obsessive progressive, not progressive as such Careful your clutch on your words can then become your crutch Gave me the ball and I just took a touch Don't mind my eyes, word to Curry I dunno if I'm woke or just sleep deprived Many lost the way fam and so did I Guess they thought I gave up when I sighed, tell 'em psyche This a quest to raise the tribe, Amayah Rose with pride in her eyes Get on the mic and be a dawg like Phife This the ring, when I see em tell em Punk is here Break the wall like Jericho, never know till I bricked the fears Music been in shackles, I just blew the debris out your ears Redeeming all the hand me down errors passed from previous eras I'm endgame when I'm well with my soul Till then the flow clicks like Thanos with Infinity Stones It's 4 AM ain't nothing open except legs and hospital wards Still my mind races into thoughts I still haven't explored Dreams coming like movie scenes I ain't seen before And nightmares that might air on a schedule You tuned in, this that 4AM spectacle Audio edible Probably why my listeners are still high Take a toke, will I? Still I Might've I've lost friends from personal issues that I've had nothing to do with I am nobody's punching bag, never signed up to do this Next time somebody say they love me I'm telling 'em prove it Like your money I'm hard to find But I'm easy to lose Ain't surprised by half the things that I see in the news Fake outrage that ain't something I'm really into Sticking out like a sore thumb How I'm ducking these trends In a world that's full of lies And we speaking the truth Truthfully it's cool to see how we making these hits Told 'em I'm just trying to ball why you balling a fist She see four of the same number tatted on her wrist In the world but not of the world, look we prayed for this Am I made for this? A question I had to insert But I'm shelling all this shows as an introvert If I'm coming in second, I put my people first Grown up to always hope for the best but expect the worst Cos these hands are made for work Like pushing these keys or Writing adjectives and verbs Or maybe Auntie's gardening It's funny how the softest hearts get hardened Like La Di Da till they target him Still it's pardon me for this part of him Guess partly having opinions Makes up the heart in him He used to wear them proudly on his sleeve It's funny how some things cease When Z's mastering a masterpiece please Whack rappers leave that music unreleased And ask yourself just what type of artist you wanna be Cos vacancies are limited And I don't wanna be exhibited as explicit I guess I gotta find my feet I'm somebody with a point of view Who's not afraid to say it I won't go mainstream Just so the radio can play me I know your games Had to put them on pause I'm trying to see woke brothers At every venue on the tour As I said I Make these beats to make your headbop And I won't ever miss, my accuracy's like Deadshot My arms crossed like Wakanda forever T'Challa how I'm the King, put the crown on my headtop And put respect on my name Heard they talking about me Still they scared to look in my face If you ever had the thought that ZV the Flowchild couldn't spit I behead you and put you back in your place Like deers hanging over mantelpiece Fragile content the way you see me handle these Bro they thought it's Tour de France the way we handle bars I got it way more than royalty in my DNA Look PSA, PSA, PSA I got too much baggage for TSA They prolly scared imma blow up Made this beat flying out to Amsterdam Wrote these bars in Montego Bay And both times I didn't roll up But still I give you smoke Unprovoked I took a break now they takin' music for jokes This is serious business, you should really take a note Maybe post it on the gram and caption it with these quotes I don't know I swear going through life haters try and cut your wings Bump that, nah we on to bigger things So I tell 'em I devote my health Just to know thy self At 4 AM, when I write my note to self Yeah And you don't wanna get Caught in the rain You say you're Caught in the rain You say you love me But you'll never change
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