2 A.M. (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Whatever happened to the American dream

We're blinded by the cream, we can't see what we're supposed to be

Nobody's focusing, overloaded with dopamine

Instagram's the final act, watch me reveal the opening

You best believe that I'm mastered the art

Of passionately crafting words, I'm come in two yeah, I'm fresh off the ark

Me and Mark, had the neighborhood, a lock at the dark

So many memories, man, where do I start

Growing up, I used to hang with older kids, shooting dice on the bus

I don't know who roll it is, I don't know who roll it is

Smoking just to cope with stress

Smoking turn to money, money turn to pills, pills to coke and chips

Rest in peace to Victor, never thought we'd all lose him

Playing gin at 2am, look how big the pot's brewin'

I talked about God to him, what was I doing

Popping Oxycontin while I'm preaching, ain't no reason

Victor gave his life to Jesus before death, how does God do it

Chose to use me despite my filthiness

Maybe that's called grace, I swear I ain't used to this

Had to do my own research to make sure I see

It ain't about what I did for Him, it's what He's done for me

Looking around, what do I see? So many peeps

Giving the dream they had written on their heart

The blind, eye like no attention

Y'all so defensive when I bring out the truth

I was depressed until I searched my heart and dug for the root

But y'all don't listen, y'all just wanna keep on opening wounds

Boom, I've been saying this since the days of Bandcamp

Only difference is I put a cape on Dan Dan Dan dant

Yippity yippity yap yap, that's all I hear from people

If you never shop in your craft, don't expect to see the sequel