3 A.M Lyrics

I swear to god my heart felt so broken I swear to God her eyes was not open

Let me tell you bout the time I almost lost my mama

Got woken up at 3am I thought it was just drama

Heard banging on my door the shit was intensifying nobody said a word I had my Glock loaded

At the time crack open the door I took a peek

Had to make sure nobody was going to try to kill me

Little sister crying begging for me telling me my mama can't fucking breathe

I dropped the Glock and I ran to where she sleep

And my pops trying to get her to breathe he passes me the phone

The lady trying to get him to repeat one, two, three

One, two, three say one, two, three

One, two, three please sir repeat one, two, three

Have you ever seen your mama die in front of you

I swear to God the world just stops everything turns into slow motion

I swear to God my heart felt broken have you ever seen your mama die in front of

You

I swear to God her eyes wasn't open paramedics said they got no pulse man

Little sister crying dad yelling questions my dad is in the room beating on my mama chest

He running out of air yeah he running out of breath

My mama not moving where the paramedics at I'm trying to keep it together the tears run down

My neck I see red lights in the corner of my eye

I ran to the door and told them hurry up inside they started CPR they trying to save my mama life

My mom really died in the blink of an eye they said she got no pulse tears was falling

Out the eyes December 15th was a scary fucking sight

I got my little sister in my arms holding tight

Asking me if mama gonna make it through the night

I thank the Lord that we are blessed to say that she survived

And now every chance that I get I hold my mama tight

Have you ever seen your mama die in front of you

I swear to God the world just stops everything turns into slow motion

I swear to God my heart felt broken have you ever seen your mama die in front of

You

I swear to God her eyes wasn't open paramedics said they got no pulse man

Little sister crying, dad yelling questions