Tyga - 2 AM lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] It's 2 AM in the mornin Pressin my alarm again Stressin over my mom and friends Sometimes, I wish I was in a coma Damn! Wakin up to the cold wind Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again Sometimes, I don't even wanna remember it Cause one time I remembered what I couldn't forget Damn! My stepdad beatin me again For a bad grade, he must of had A's The way he was hurtin me in a bad way My mom hearin the scream but just turned away What the f**, are you people crazy? I was only a baby, five months when they gave me To my grandma, who was racist But I ain't give a f**, I just faced it Like mace to the police, I was danger Feelin like I'm in a manger Baby Jesus, save me from the anger She's tryin to get me, into this closet I vanished quickly f** that, I took 50 From her purse bag, told her "Don't miss me" I ain't comin back, catch me on another path I need a bubble bath Someone, take me in the plastic basket Sittin on bubble wrap, I'm abandoned I need a new home, that isn't damaged A family whom care, to be parents Errant, my life on the mic Might wasn't raised too right, so I Had to decide to turn on the light Do somethin right, before I'm layin with the mice Rotten alone on my neighbor's stolen bike Tryin to think what my afterlife, gon' look like It gotta look right... it gotta look right... [Chorus] Back to my bad life Another day in the fast life got me feelin like I'm on the crack pipe No lie, just the thought Of me gettin that type of high, but I'm in the dark Where the shadows, follow, your every walk And as I move, I'm feelin like a shopping cart Gimme this, gimme that son What'chu mean - ain't you supposed to be my mom? Why don't you ask God, I worked hard for these two dimes I care what it's worth - just the fact that it's mine Check your purse, don't you got My life savings that you've been savin from birth? Oh - I forgot you spent that On your own gift wrap - I ain't get sh** last Christmas But a hug and a family wishlist for next year and sh** Huh! 'Round next year and sh** I'm gonna be on sh** you can't even pronounce, in English I got anger That's why I paint these songs, visually painting It's awful ain't it? A little (Pinky) in (The Brain) But hopefully, time is the pain Cause as of now, I just wanna run away... run away... [Chorus]