paroles de chanson 3 A.M. - Kilroy

Don't leave me alone
Off patron I can't get home
Thought I'd make it on my own
I can't lie I'm gone

3 A.M. I'm on that flight yeah
I'm bout' to call your ass up for the night yeah
We only fucking out of spite yeah
'Cause your last nigga never did you right yeah, yeah

I hope she keep that pussy tight yeah
I tell her bend that ass over hold it right there
I'm trying to beat it like I'm Mike yeah
But it's the alc, It got me feeling dynamite yeah, yeah
And I just asked her what's her price yeah
She said I'm out of line, no bitch I'm out of sight yeah
I'm trying to put it in your life yeah
So you should come and let me put it in your life
Yeah

Hold up wait, I think she feeling me
I can feel it in the energy
Got a shovel yeah she digging me
Leave a puddle when I'm digging deep
And I'm rolling off a pill or 3
Psyche, bitch I'm off a blunt of weed
And a few cups of Hennessy
Should've never let it get to me
Shots to the head Kennedy
Got me fucking up my memory
Got me thinking it's the end of me
Conscious talking that's my inner being
All this ice got a nigga freezing
Iron with me thinking I'm anemic
Tell her put it on her vocal chords
Watch her eat it then I leave her speechless
Mamacita come from Costa Rica
I don't know her name but I know her features
I just hit her with that "nice to meet you"
Now I got her singing like she Mamma Mia
Give me face like she Mona Lisa
Then she set it off like she Queen Latifah
In that pussy, yeah I'm getting deeper
Imma' hit her spot til she catch a seizure
Cut her off if she think I need her but I'll break her off if her head a genius
Bitch I'm too involved with the alc I'm leaning
I don't fuck with syrup 'less it's Aunt Jemima
Got a couple broads call them Aquafina 'cause they pussy feel like I'm at the cleaners
Pull it out, make 'em say eureka then she put her mouth right on my urethra
I ain't gotta act like that
I ain't gotta black like that
But when Nias come through with the pack like that
I just had to react like that
Who you know spit facts like that?
Name another nigga
I'm like Dominoes, if you want it I deliver
Pull up to his crib put the pistol to his liver
Barrel so cold make a hot nigga shiver
I'm just talking shit and it's probably the liquor
But it doesn't change the fact that
All these new niggas that's coming out weird
Motherfuckers looking like lab rats,
All you gotta do to make it in this rap game is pop pills and get face tats?
Act like you bout shit but you ain't bout shit
Fuck out of here with your fake ass
Nigga so pussy need latex
Nigga so pussy no safe sex
All I ever did was give my raw talent
All you other niggas do is make threats
Fuck it, I'm gon get up on my apex
I been working, I ain't take a break yet
Trying to figure how I ain't break yet?
I just had to stand up and face it look, look
I'm just getting back to the basics, back to the place where this rap shit was sacred
Back to the basement, back to the bando with my niggas when it's vacant,
Back to a time where the bass hit, back to the time where the music was tastless
Now I look around and everything faceless oh my goodness gracious
Think it's time to face it
Vision getting spacious
When I'm off the alc my true emotions real persuasive
But right now, call me an Uber 'cause I'm fucking wasted
Killa...