4AM - Neil Kimberlin lyrics

[Hook 1]: Like go head talk your sh** Go head talk your sh** All that sh** is bush We ain't' on that gra** we on that bush [Verse 1]: I rock the all black double on some free base sh** My girl went 0-100, I still got a base-hit My blunderbuss is looping Looping koopas, kicking it in world three My world seems, i'm living three lives all in the same scene God damn [Hook 1]: Go head talk your sh** Go head talk your sh** All that sh** is bush We ain't' on that gra** we on that bush [Verse 2]: That sh** is bush Talking the bush of Riley Reid That sh** is bush The running back for USC Im just trying to be or not to be those knock off Nikes on my feet Those Dark Knight become Dents After rent's due Check my notepad My notes had Those throwbacks before the nomads You check all the kodaks Was the man I wrote the program Swear my C.D made D.C Kick into martial law Cause kick like it's martial arts just makes sure no one's dropping pants to pa** And now we got suspenders for all those shoulders and should've beens Yeah, Four You know all that sh** is bush Yeah, you know all that sh** is bush Four *Transition to 2nd Beat* [Hook 2]: That sh** is bush Talking the bush of Riley Reid That sh** is bush The running back for USC The president in 03' who knows the Execution nose bleed seats And he'll get that sh** for cheap that sh** is bush [Verse 1]: The tradition of extradition forgot to mention I got a lady and she love to tattle They just want some beef they want some cattle Eat your lunch and leave your plate up on the mantle We saw Mr. 3000 up the creek without a paddle Now that sh**'s a puddle Claim they so subtle What they telling us Tweets about they obliques Just make the youth feel so unique I got the God complex No Mother Mary Cap the G Asking me why teachers never pa**ing me These Nikes on my feet Only compete in context That's never complete But yet I rock the God complex around my neck Wicked witch of west she snatch my tie We wonder why Those flowers always die Oh my [Hook 3]: All that sh** is bush You know all that sh** is bush You know all that sh** is bush We ain't' on that gra** we on that bush [Verse 2]: In the essence of Escobar Only goes so far Sampling some Mozart On the mound Catch the Bach Now we're back to bae The token told em' Hold up, man what's the hold up We ain't' got no love from the kids off towards Hogwarts They kept my clipped chords They wish for more They listen for 4AM Claiming some confidence as an accomplishment The prophet spitting for profit Won't stop till i'm in that coffin sh** is bush *Repeat "Hook 2"*