[Intro]
Hello again, and take it easy
On the roads because of the severe weather warning this morning
And plenty of debris and trees down, also some blackouts
Down south, crews have laid out the giant beams
At the underpass project, so some changes through there
[?] and Sir Donald Bradman Dr, Brooklyn Park
[Verse]
Right now, we're sittin' behind the wheel
Cold at the beginnin' of the day again
Movin' at a crawl goin' to the same place again
Problem is we're bumper-to-bumper tired at 8 a.m
And though the light is green, I'm at the back, I gotta wait for them
They wanna turn but they're too scared to indicate
Stand out and instigate, admit that there's a risk to take
Fuck this, I'm not waitin' for this shit to change
You gotta cross the median, and now I'm in a different lane
When you learn to fly, the first time you hit the ground
But live like a pussy, spend your life gettin' dicked around
We're all hungry, but certain flavours are missin' out
I tell 'em it's all gravy until the chips are down
And they just use up their bandwidth
On some constant Jerry Springer talk on who the fuckin' man is
I've never known the feelin' of what two hundred grand is
That means I don't get it, but I do understand it
But I ain't ever bought what they ever taught
If I was entertainin' any thoughts, I was gettin' bored
It's impossible explainin' with a metaphor
When every time my life is a new season of 24
Except I never been jack, I ain't Kiefer Sutherland
Once they took me serious, I started makin' fun of them
Now I don't think, fuck you, you and your other friend
Retire from the politics, you never have to run again
And I'm at the point now where I don't need the beef
I went and ate the wedding cake, and now I'm tryna keep the peace
I still hope that some dude try to mention me
'Cause no one plays the game, then you lose your intensity
And on that token, I gotta get it all
But whose sick is rarely ever medical
Who fails is regrettable; deserves it is forgettable
Who gets it is the one who ends up put up on that pedestal
You treat 'em like they're demi-Gods, they're never prayin' naturally
Can't be their self so you let 'em play with apathy
I never been an actor, but I'm very Grey's Anatomy
Too caught up in the romance shit to ever save a casualty
But somehow still prevent a major tragedy
And set ablaze [?] on any stage they had for me
Feel like Marlon Brando when they offer me awards
'Cause I don't want 'em anymore, and I offend the main Academy
It seems unfair that they're gettin' paid to yap at me
When I'm such a student, I could educate the faculty
We're all so driven, but we're also livin'
With the same exact dreams, but they never change their fantasy
I wanna put 'em in a storage department
And bottle up their [?] all in a casket
It's only fair for me to look bored if they askin'
If I'll be present in the future when I'm already past it
Shakin' up the world until our middle ground's slidin'
I'm never in the building 'cause I'm livin' outside it
If anybody think they out-rhymin'
I'm Jonny Wilkinson, the penalty is I can win without trying
I traded monkey bars for the wordplay
Treat every mornin' like my motherfuckin' birthday
And if you don't think the verse great
You're either dishonest, you forgot it or never knew in the first place
Or you're so far from the position that I'm on
That the only time you're right when admittin' that you're wrong
Or you're listenin' to a rapper, what he's spittin' is the bomb
But you keep on talkin' shit instead of listenin' to the song, but, nah
It ain't the group, it's the gatherin' that it's based upon
So I'll come to the party, but I won't stay for long
Look to everybody, notice something with their face is wrong
And realise when you get up close, they really got their makeup on
If the conditions are right, that'll attract a few (Few)
But there's only a handful that understand the dude
So while I do wish to make him see the light, the truth is
That I'm somethin' they could never hold a candle to
And you might be alarmed, but I can't stand the snooze (This news)
And wake 'em up is exactly what I plan to do (Plan to do)
So ask yourself, who's the one you got a hand it
(Yep)
8AM was written by Prime (AUS) & Mules.
8AM was produced by Mules.
I wrote it long before it became a track. At first, it was going to be on a beat Answer made that was really cinematic and loud and epic and dope but I just felt like it wasn’t right. I knew that the first 8 bars had to start the project and sonically that beat wasn’t right for what that song needed...