Michael Meaney - 3am

Three AM I roll three blunts
Say she don’t know what she wants
In my head, going crazy
MIA, acting shady
Don’t drink much but fill my cup
Hotel room I’m all fucked up
Bought a ticket to LA
Going back, make some space
Three AM I roll three blunts
Say she don’t know what she wants
In my head, going crazy
MIA, acting shady
Don’t drink much but fill my cup
Hotel room I’m all fucked up
Bought a ticket to LA
Going back, make some space
I’m going back to LA
Hang my head over sunrise have some fun times
Get drunk until my tears dry,
In the sky watching pretty little fears fly
Hold high my dome piece screaming don’t freeze
Handout like hold these
Pretty girls and nose bleeds
Oh please
I was waiting on you
I can’t wait up on you
And put the weight up on you
To much pressure fall through
Chang your mind we all do
Change your mind we all do
(All do)
I knew you were acting different
You wanted me to stay and listen
You don’t want me you just want attention
You don’t want me you don’t want the tension
I’m a zombie I sit there and listen
I’m a zombie I sit there and listen
I’m a zombie I sit there and listen
Texts been meaning less to me
When you want to get rid of me
You could call me if you needed me
I check my phone to see
Three AM I roll three blunts
Say she don’t know what she wants
In my head, going crazy
MIA, acting shady
Don’t drink much but fill my cup
Hotel room I’m all fucked up
Bought a ticket to LA
Going back, make some space
Three AM I roll three blunts
Say she don’t know what she wants
In my head, going crazy
MIA, acting shady
Don’t drink much but fill my cup
Hotel room I’m all fucked up
Bought a ticket to LA
Going back make some space

Written by:
Michael Meaney

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