Talé Sheezy - 4:20 In The A.M Lyrics

Yeah Yeah
What time is it
Godamn
Mama probably tripping shit

Age 18 I wanted to go to school and become a philosopher
But I realized my parents already taught me that
Now they separated and I barely even talk to dad
I remember ninth grade a lil nIgga had a tortured heart

That's what happens when the man that done taught you art
Turn into a ghost and I ain't talking bout no poltergeist
Ain't had no role model
Not even them older guys at high school
Moms was takin' care of all the funds
I was a cool fool
Cutting class flunking math and rolling blunts
And when she found out
She said young man you're more than that

Baby you a star
Get up ya ass carry your candle and go and shine
And nothing on this earth should ever hold you back
There-four twenty in the A.M
I rose for her wrote a song for her
Hope this ship gone sail so I can get a Rolls Royce for her
Buy a rose for her while she can smell it
If the asthma don't allow her
Swear I'ma buy a nose for her
Scribbled this rubbish just to tell you how much I love you
Apart from him beyond the sky
There's nothing that I'd put above you

4:20 In the A.M
Rapping to this err-ehm excuse me
Mama I'm just tryna make 10 'M'

4:20 In the A.M
Trippin off this err-ehm excuse me
Mama I'm just tryna make 10 'M'

I know I'm making noise I know I'm making noise
But excuse me
I'm just tryna make 10 'M'

4:20 in the A.M
Trippin off this err-ehm, excuse me
Mama I'm just tryna make 10 'M'

Yo four days ago I got a call from my pops
Cause he ain't got my email address
He asked me how I'm doing
Told the nigga I am blessed

I really miss the dude I must confess
Nevertheless I focus on being the best
At what I do hence I finesse
Every instrumental I get from the Ky
Or the chase
So what's next
Nothing less thank success
Yes
When duty calls ain't got no time for no booty calls
This is dedicated to the person that I do it for
Mama