3 AM

3 am
3 Am
once agin
Back on my grind
What a waste of time
Minimum wage
My life is a cage
Even after I committed my crime
Done my time
I'm fed up with this man
Over half of my life
This shit ain't right
Money is tight
My man wants to fight
Makes a bitch want to turn dyke
And see what's all the hype .
Got a ticket from the swine
In this funky town of mine
Try to call my man
Cause I know he would understand
10 calls straight to voice mail
What the hell
This mf trying to send me back to jail
I know what I need
Break the stems
Chunk the seeds
I blow one
I blow two
I blow three
I'm free I'm flying
so high Loving my man all over again
3 am
once again
Back on my grind
Fuck this shit
Life's a bitch, thats real ,
fast kill  
Back to the crib
BBQ my man some ribs
I text him one,
Two
Three damn times
All alone once again
Fake ass friends
Where the hell is my man
Rolling
Spark that bitch
Blow it up in the air
No more worries
no more cares
This ain't fare
This can't be right
All of a sudden
I have insight
Smart as hell
Everything is good
Until 3 am