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deep in my thoughts
Jaybleeda
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3 a.m. and I'm thinking'bout you
On the East End and I'm thinking'bout you
I wanna see you right away
It's 4 p.m. and I'm thinking'bout us
I wonder where you stay, tell me can I pull up?
Baby, don't you lock your doors away?
Three in the morning from my in the studio
I'm still holding on this pain, I pray one day I'll find my soul
Mane, the producer (uh, come on)
You know, uh
Three in the morning, I'm high in the studio
I'm still holding all this pain, I pray one day I'll find my soul
And if you really love me, stay, no, I don't wanna let you go
If nobody coming, I'm on the way, I just wanna let you know, uh
Three in the morning, I'm high in the city
Thinking'bout the ones I lost to gunfire, so I keep it with me
My niggas really dead and gone, I'm hurt they never coming back
I'm still stuck on Quincy, I don't know what the fuck made him do that, uh
Three in the morning, I'm hunting my thoughts
I seen the thing deep and I barely sleeping, I don't wanna talk
I've ever been hurt deep inside, I took so many losses, yeah
But my wins don't be even louder, don't care what it cost, yeah
Don't care what it cost, uh
Don't care what it cost, uh
Don't care what it cost, nigga (oh-oh, yeah)
Four in the morning, I'm getting even higher
Hung up my jersey, I'm done hooping, I really got tired, yeah
If you gon' be here, then just stay here forever, my rider, yeah
Stay down with me until the end, you'll get more than designer
Five in the morning, I don't know what to say
Running out of time, I might face time if I don't beat this case
A lot of shit on my mind, I been on the grind so I can pay the way
If a nigga get out of line, do I let him slide or take life's time in the cage, uh
Five in the morning, time still moving slow
Just threw me 20, I'm still praying that I don't see that road
It's a lot of people praying for better plans, I'm praying for freedom though
They really don't understand if I go again them folks won't let me go
Them folks won't let me go (no, no)
Them folks won't let me go
Them folks won't let me go
Uh, uh, uh
Three in the morning, I'm high in the studio
I'm still holding all this pain, I pray one day I'll find my soul
And if you really love me, stay, no, I don't wanna let you go
If nobody coming, I'm on the way, I just wanna let you know, uh
Three in the morning, I'm high in the city
Think about the ones I lost to gunfire, so I keep it with me
My niggas really dead and gone, I'm hurt they ain't never coming back
I'm still stuck on Quincy, he don't know what the fuck man, I'm droolin'
Three in the morning, I'm high on my thoughts
I don't say nothing deep and I barely sleep and I don't wanna talk
All I've ever been heard deep inside, I'm six on me
But my wins don't be even louder, don't care what it cost
Don't care what it cost, yeah