3AM

[Chorus]
3 a.m., I'm cookin' up (Cookin' up)
3 a.m., I'm in the studio, my brother rollin' up (Oh, oh)
3 a.m., I'm thinkin' bout these girls inside my phone
Nevermind, I'm lyin', I stay on my doly, I'm alone ('Lone, oh)
Yeah, I been on my lonesome
I been on my doly (Yeah), she try to say I owe some
I don't owe you nothin' 'less you talkin' bout that pound town (Yeah, yeah)
Wide receiver, five rounds (Woah), 3 a.m., let's vibe out

[Post-Chorus]
I was outside lookin', hold on, why the heck she look my way?
I respected decisions, but the one she made was not that great
One she made was not that smart
Hit my phone, oh damn, she starts

[Verse]
Uh, arguin' with me like I don't wanna hear nothin'
She know that it's 3 a.m., so why she here?
Nah, I ain't arguin' with noise inside my ears
Yeah, I ain't arguin' with you, let's keep it P
'Cause I know that you hit my phone and wanna see me
I said, "Bro, let's go," told that girl, "Come on"
I want you and her, she tryna take me home
No, I don't wanna go (Wanna go)
I been chillin' on my doly, really don't want hoes
I don't want relationships, I do not wanna ghost
I don't wanna be on Pinterest, we is not them goals
She want happiness, bro, I am not happy, ho
I don't want them people takin' pictures when we on our own
You pretty, but I don't want nothin' with you
Sorry, I can't lock in
Niggas with the flash outside, gotta watch them
Why is she tellin' lies on that, like, why she cappin'?
Tappin', made her tap out
Niggas talkin' on the 'net and now I'm feelin' psyched out
Finna crash out, nevermind, it's 3 a.m., let's party time
Tell them boys to get offline, cookin' up, it's swaggy time

[Chorus]
3 a.m., I'm cookin' up (Cookin' up)
3 a.m., I'm in the studio, my brother rollin' up (Oh, oh)
3 a.m., I'm thinkin' bout these girls inside my phone
Nevermind, I'm lyin', I stay on my doly, I'm alone ('Lone, oh)
Yeah, I been on my lonesome
I been on my doly (Yeah), she try to say I owe some
I don't owe you nothin' 'less you talkin' bout that pound town (Yeah, yeah)
Wide receiver, five rounds (Woah), 3 a.m., let's vibe out

[Outro]
I was outside lookin', hold on, why the heck she look my way?
I respected decisions, but the one she made was not that great
One she made was not that smart
Hit my phone, oh damn, she starts
Wish that you would play your part, play your part