3amRamble Lyrics

I am not the chosen one, I am not a victim

Life is like a loaded gun, life'll have you trippin

Save me from my own mistakes

Thought we played for higher stakes

Oh my god I learned their ways, why's there fire near my fate

Lust for glory in my face

Maybe I should step away

I rebuke the devil in my pocket though

All of these cycles get treated like a merry-go

And I don't know

Where the fuck am I to go

Most of this world is colder than this polar flow

And im just tryna be

Better versions of Sir Meech

So I traveled from the east

Got a hunger for the feast

Aint no need for your knives

I can use my own teeth

Wit these miles up on my feet

Each 1 Teach 1, all that gold for free

On every single beat

I just leave a piece of me

I just catch a vibe then its on

Im gone

Talking to myself like im workin on a clone

Headspace crazy got the workers inna zone

Then I smoke em all away and I try to phone home

I just hope she answers

She just hopes I call

Mixing weed wit cancer

Angel in his flaws

Halo still shining right next to devil horns

Its the balance to this life

There's no need to be alarmed

Weight of any knowledge intertwine my kundalini

Living in this space, man am I really breathing

I just hope you see me when im

Riding thru the evening

I just hope you see me

Ridin in the evening

Am I really breathing