Darya - 6 AM lyrics

[verse 1] Its been a week but it feels like a long day No sense of time, its dark in my hallway Cell phone reception is gone Did you call me? Im way too busy to realize Im lonely That was it huh? Moment of truth? Moments pa** quickly I forgot about you Im so gone trying to think this sh** through I wish we could still talk Like we used to And I, I keep going through my contacts Trying to find someone who would understand my complex Im at my minds end, but alright then Heres the smile that I fake, for my fake friends Yo, you never really me I guess you never cared Thats exactly why I do me Im a ghost? yea I know Im from a ghost town Karmas an old friend, she just came back around [Hook] These are my thoughts at 6 in the morning Somebody tell me a bedtime story This time I won't tell you that Im sorry Your just an old friend and Im in a hurry [Verse 2] Keep calling my number has changed Keep knocking Im in a different place Keep running Im out of this rat race Got my own lane, you could tell by my face that I forgot your name What was it again? You want to be friends man? Dont pretend Its been a while and Im not the same me You want my time? Well now you gatta pay me Features, features, everyone preaches They're the best out and what does that teach us? Anyone can rap, and everyone does And everyone says that they do it for the love Man I think I heard enough let me move on Go relax somewhere and get my snoop on If not I can't sleep I keep talking to the beat And this sh** makes me wanna leak leak leak leak it [Hook] These are my thoughts at 6 in the morning Somebody tell me a bedtime story This time I won't tell you that Im sorry Your just an old friend and Im in a hurry [Verse 3] But I still got the realest right next to me No guessing, with them its a blessing To know they exist after all the pretending Thank you, you make up for all of the fake sh** Things women do, without getting naked Soon, I promise, we're all ganna make it To those who partake and are patiently waiting Your coming with us, the bread that we're baking Soon we'll be breaking and spending and whiling You know how we party, stand up Coney Island And Brighton, Long Island, I never forget The ones who show love get it back and respect And probably a percent, Im not greedy with money It comes and it goes, but the ones who act funny Don't ask me for sh** Bet you thought I would quit Nah kid, not even a little bit [Hook] These are my thoughts at 6 in the morning Somebody tell me a bedtime story This time I won't tell you that Im sorry Your just an old friend and Im in a hurry