Текст песни 3 AM - Lxgcy

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

It's 3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

La-di-da-di, we likes to party
I smoke on the spliff, don't bother nobody
Swear I saw a couple dudes walk with a shotty
Everyone around tryna live like John Gotti
Hollywood pictures, Smirnoff liquor
Mixed with the red bull, flowing through my liver
I'm a sinner, seeing double an maybe triple
In the middle between the joker and the junkie
Poker at the table and I'm feeling kinda lovely
Dude lost his money, now it's bouta get ugly
Got the Bowie by my side if the shit gets bloody
Bet his whole deck on the wrong hand man unlucky
Yeah that chump he got dragged to the porch out front
Couple dudes and a chick, yo and he got jumped
I couldn't give a shit cunt, yo I'm blind ass drunk
I smell weed
Ayo vato! Pass the blunt!

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

Drunk as fuck behind the wheel running red lights
Oncoming traffic getting blinded by the headlights
The fed right behind me is giving fucking chase
But I'm so fucking drunk that I think it's a race
To make it back to my place, don't wanna be the loser
So I chuck me an illegal manoeuvre
Bust out the window and I aim with the Luger
Two shots through the wind shield into the driver
Vodka and pizza taste on my saliva
Kinda sure I killed him but imma
Leave it, doing 140 inside a 60
If I crash into somebody they comin with me
So I quickly jump, am I roll out the side
I don't even know how the fuck I'm alive
I'm 'Ight to walk home, I got my keys and my wallet
And two more joints of weed inside my pocket

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

3 in the Mornin' don't wanna get up
Drunk too much, yo I don't give a fuck

Stumble through the doorway
Drinking all day
Take a tumble in the middle of my mamas hallway
I stay quiet as I can pocket full of contraband
I crawl to my room cuz I can't fucken stand
I fumble an fall, slam my nose on the floor
All this liquor, but I still want a little more
So I pour myself a shot or two
Baby that'll do, getting calls from my crew
Saying " Where the fuck are you? "
Yo who gives a fuck seriously I've given up
Psyche bitch! I'm drunk but imma still rip it up
Man enough is enough and I need to go to sleep
Hop into my bed with my Jordan's still on my feet
I que up a beat on my JBL speaker
You can be a king or a poor street sweeper
A bitch or a hoe or a motherfucking diva
I'll tell you about the time I met the grime reaper

(Yeah that's it)