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foster - 3 am lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s 3 a.m., i am not tired yet
i am just wired up
head to the studio, it’s getting fired up
i’ma keep working while everyone’s eyes are shut
y+y+you cannot stop me, i’m goin’ til doomsday
’bout to have every club up on tuesday
working like two+a+days
i’ma have two baes
feelin’ like i haven’t slept in a few days
you musta heard that i’m on the comeup
workin’ til the sunup
like 1 a.m., 2 a.m., 3 a.m
i’ma keep goin’ til i’m back at one again
i’ma keep flowin’, no h2o
so cold, i make it snow
that’s problematic, ’cause i’m with a naked hoe
i’m in the freshest clothes
yes, i know
watch me take over the world, i’m not flexin’, though
uh
team no sleep, stand up
switchin’ up the flow like a haircut
white boy, wait, what?
you fools funny like a standup
hands up
when i hit the stage like the band’s up
yeah
and i’m tryna get my bands up
tryna get enough fans, i can have a tour
worldwide, your sh+t comin’ from the sewer
y’all should stand up when i’m comin’ thru the door (door)
yeah
i take it back, man, i’m flexin’
but i got the right tune, never restin’
always on my game, ’bouta have your girl textin’
probably blow her off ’cause i’m focused on the checks, son
3 a.m., comin’ to you live from my section
yeah
uh
four, five, six, now it’s on to the next one
[chorus]
3 a.m. (four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
wide awake
on my grind
’til i die awake
3 a.m. (four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
wide awake
on my grind
’til i die awake

[verse 2]
3 a.m., working this routine
not a new thing
got the same flow
as a year ago
but i’m growin’ out a pair of new wings
they heard “u beautiful” like “oh, he sings
and he raps, too, d+mn, that’s dope”
what you thought, motherf+cker? i’m talented
that’s the reason that her mouth’s where my phallus is
oh sh+t
here he go again with the c+ckiness
he a monster like the mothaf+ckin’ loch ness is
but when i drop an album, y’all gon’ probably cop that sh+t
and that’s obvious
turn the gears up a notch, now i’m comin’ up quicker than some vomit from a drunk b+tch
boutta be young, rich
infamous and famous
only dressin’ in the latest
but now i’m grindin’ hard til the day i finally make it
yeah
i want that lavish life
the baddest wife
a house in the hills next to howard, dwight
b+tch, i ball like brandon wright
shout+out to homie, yeah, the homie’s right
in the office like d+wight and michael scott
a bit of paper but i won a lot
tried to pull up to the parking lot
in a lamborghini i just bought
got a plan, homie, that’s the plot (that’s the plot)
[bridge]
it’s just a matter of time (matter of time)
it’s just a matter of time
quote me on that sh+t, it’s just a matter of time
and i ain’t stoppin’ til i’m in the game and callin’ it mine (callin’ it mine)
uh
it’s just a matter of time (matter of time)
it’s just a matter of time
quote me on that sh+t, it’s just a matter of time
and i ain’t stoppin’ til i’m in the game and callin’ it mine (callin’ it mine)

[chorus]
3 a.m. (four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
wide awake
on my grind
’til i die awake
3 a.m. (four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
wide awake
on my grind
’til i die awake

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