6am (come a little closer)
2000, 2—, 2004
6AM in the city, I feel weird
Away from home, smokin' dope on the back porch
2004, that really was my year
A lot of shit gone down since then
I've been trippin' shrooms, they used to be medicine
Now they just hit different, make anxiety come near
I miss you, bitch, I'm sorry that things ended the way they did
Why don't you come a little closer, come right here
6AM in the city, I feel lost
I thought when I blew up that I would feel like the boss but I just don't
The pressure bad, for real, and not the kind you smoke
I've been rapping for six years and I still feel like a joke
She on my phone, she talkin' shit to me, she sayin' that I changed
And I'm trying to explain to her that I reached better days but I'on know
I've been drowning stressful feelings with the smoke
And I'm 'bout to turn the sniper on myself and make a hole, fuck
6AM in my bed and I'm geekin' the fuck out
6AM on a phone with you, tryna figure shit out
6AM on the flight to the city
I was tryna find myself out there
