One nine six point nine
What time is it? It's four, still here
Racing thoughts in my, got me tossing in my bed
Eyes bloody red all my heroes dead
Close to the edge I ain't heard what you said
Little peace a sanity is all that I beg
Four in the AM mangled thoughts mayhem
Fell asleep praying my bad no closing
Amen, cursed pen ink hits a made men
Barstool between god and satan
Check and balance next to talent the crosshair
Roll a pair, crack a beer, cheers to upstairs
High never coming down, in my Nike airs
Spiral dear down dear grape vine agendas clear
Watch the flame dance as the wind blows
Keep that reminder, to keep it slow
Keep the game face unfazed though wins low
Kin folks an insult but they'll grow
Beyond the crap schedule fully automated
Voice in the back of my head, never faded
Calculated castration heaven's gate debate it
Glitch in my oasis feeling off make it sense
Make it make sense, four in the AM cause none of it does
Stepped over a bottle, crush a roach tower record
Tongue power fracture her pelvis make her shower
Out hunger return some favors, but promise me ma
You'll make something later
Just a little something
Racing thoughts in my head, got me tossing in my bed
Eyes bloody red all my heroes dead
Close to the edge, I ain't heard what you said
Little peace a sanity is all that I beg