4am

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
It's 4am, I miss your call
I miss your text, I miss your face
I miss your smile, I miss your body
I miss your waist and I miss your taste
I miss sayin' you gotta know my name
I miss you more than the fucks I gave
I miss your body, I miss your smile
I miss your waist, I miss your taste

[Verse]
It's 4am (it's 4am)
I'm too high (too high)
Bands comin' in, money comin' in, losin' my life
I'm fine I'm doin' things right, I live this life 'till the end of time
I'm finally touchin' your heights, I made it here no surprise
How you movin' that
How you cruisin' that
How you fit up in them jeans, how you doin' that
And she know what she movin' is fat, it's facts
And she know how I do it like Zach, it's facts
I made me a bag on some tracks, it's facts
She said she made love on my tracks, my tracks
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
It's 4am, I miss your call
I miss your text, I miss your face
I miss your smile, I miss your body
I miss your waist and I miss your taste
I miss sayin' you gotta know my name
I miss you more than the fucks I gave
I miss your body, I miss your smile
I miss your waist, I miss your taste

[Bridge]
(Miss your body, miss your smile)
(Miss your waist, and I miss your taste)
(Miss your body, miss your body, miss your body)
(Miss your body, miss your body, miss your body)
(Miss your body, miss your body, miss your body)
(Uh, miss your body, miss your body, miss your body)
(Miss your body, miss your, miss your)
(Miss your body, miss your body, miss your body)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
It's 4am, I miss your call
I miss your text, I miss your face
I miss your smile, I miss your body
I miss your waist and I miss your taste
I miss sayin' you gotta know my name
I miss you more than the fucks I gave
I miss your body, I miss your smile
I miss your waist, I miss your taste

[Verse]
It's 4am (it's 4am)
I'm too high (too high)
Bands comin' in, money comin' in, losin' my life
I'm fine I'm doin' things right, I live this life 'till the end of time
I'm finally touchin' your heights, I made it here no surprise
How you movin' that
How you cruisin' that
How you fit up in them jeans, how you doin' that
And she know what she movin' is fat, it's facts
And she know how I do it like Zach, it's facts
I made me a bag on some tracks, it's facts
She said she made love on my tracks, my tracks, yeah