Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4am in Sydney, artist - Melo. Album song Bandaids over Bulletwounds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Solo Squad TD
Song language: English
4am in Sydney |
When friends turn to enemies true colours be on show for the world to see |
Rarely be the one who would check on me but lowkey go and check for me |
Tell me why is it your girl that’s stressing me? |
Like I don’t deal with enough heat already B |
Don’t ex-cite the flames |
5 years cooking perfecting the recipe |
Murderous streak on whoever sleeping tell em rest in peace |
Uh huh, yeah, tell 'em rest in peace |
Rhyming like the cadence of Drizzy Drake infected me |
Yeah, and I’m reppin' Sydney successfully |
Down for my dawgs, yeah we on another pedigree |
Truth, truth, yeah, you bet it be |
I’m putting into motion everything that I said I’d be |
I’m definitely ahead time like I’m 70 |
Do all these rappers got a limp? |
They ain’t step to me |
Let me get let me flow, let me get it for the low |
All my hottest verses written and they spitting round the globe |
2am Thoughts, yeah they resonate |
Sold out first show front row see them celebrate |
I — found myself thinkin' boutchu |
I found myself thinkin' about you |
Drunk on despair don’t even know if you care |
Contemplating whether I can live without you |
The truth? |
Man, doubtful |
But every morning I wake |
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate |
Like how I still fucking love you after all of this hate |
Not a thing I wouldn’t do to bring you back into my life |
I admit I was a fool but God sent you to be my wife |
Seen my family ripped apart, separated all the strife |
But girl you ripped apart my heart and only you can make this right |
Fuck a opp, fuck the cops and the competition |
And fuck you too if you ain’t listen |
You see, I’m that rapper but I got mo' visions |
And my rhymes Mo Farrah they destined to do the distance |
Off the top of the head, I’m conditioned |
So my shoulders never carry the flakes |
Never stress on your position cause that’s yours and not my mission |
Fuck good man I know that I’m great |
Who are you to comment telling me about my business |
But every time we see you it’s just… crickets |
I can’t even lie it brings a smile to my dial |
To know that both you and your girl got your names on both my hitlists |
I could get you got, disappear not a witness |
Solo Squad like the mob with our business |
Get comfortable cause I’m only beginning |
Nah fuck that I been winning |
I got |
Solo written on the hoody I’m goody |
And yo girl feeling a buzz when she grippin' my woody |
Bad bitch, what’s her name? |
Lois Lane, Lana Kane |
Go insane with the brain she ain’t left yet I came |
And I give her more pipe than a mufuckin' drain |
Go head, see if I’m playing |
Talk, talk, talk really all I’m tryna say |
I ain’t ever take a loss cause I left with more to gain |
To my ex ex ex nah girl, don’t get upset |
Yeah you stayed where you was but ya ex, see he progressed |
Bless, did it all and I did it all with finesse |
I would rather have retrospect than living with regrets |
No respect, if you can’t get it on your own |
And that’s not to say you can’t give a dog bone |
But teach the dog to hunt and watch him grow to be strong |
You gon' come to realise he been hungry all along |
You got, all the gear but go no idea |
Dwight Howard couldn’t reach the fucking heights I’ve cleared |
Ain’t nobody write my rhymes or even cry my tears |
Letting myself down is the only thing I fear |
I’m here |
Like motherfucker what’s good |
I be saying for the people that be praying they could |
Look, one life to live and I’m tryna live good |
Already standing in a spot I’d never thought I’d have stood |
That, ain’t really the truth in my mind I knew |
I would always succeed in what I would do |
OBJ with the speed verse life’s obstacles |
Lord knows man that there’s been a few |
Now listen real close while I spit it to you |
'Cause it’s about you and if you get doubtful, don’t bend the truth |
One minute you’re the only to blame for my pain next minute it’s me cause I |
allowed you |
Like my sound I’m loud, I been smoking on the best stuff |
You just rolling silent like you riding in a Tesla |
Fuck a Subaru I pull up in a Audi and impress her |
In my Solo Squad sweater, cuff your bird or I will nest her |
Yessir, got the moves, Iniesta |
I am the Command R, here is a refresher |
Put me in a bad mood I get rude |
Leave your face more blue than a home kit from Leicester |
Ha ha ha oh wait I detect a |
Soon to be ex girlfriend I bet ya |
In my DM praying I text her |
Play this deja vu back again 'hey Alexa' |
Risk it or regret it? |
Forgive but don’t forget it |
I really think a broken heart could kill you if you let it |
If it ain’t bout the cash, cheque, credit then dead it |
Yeah my life is like a movie that I don’t get to edit |
Look I gotta thank my Mama for believing in me |
Seeing you smile allows the fire to keep breathing in me |
I gotta thank my step-father for believing in peace |
You played your role to a T for that I love you my G |
My little brother Remy, you make me proud on the daily |
Thank you for the unconditional support that you gave me |
And shoutout to my two little ladies, my babies |
It doesn’t matter what I’m facing, you make me feel amazing |
Now I move onto my Dad, the definition of ambition |
And a man with a vision who’s on a permanent mission |
Growing up I could of sworn that he had infinite wisdom |
I learnt expression from my Mum but he taught me how to listen |
'Two ears and one mouth for a reason' |
That’s a classic line he was preaching |
Sort of funny how it all turned out |
I mean I idolise the man but right now we ain’t speaking |
In my brain I’m in pain now it’s D’ussé in my veins |
Sober thoughts feel estranged, only emptiness remains |
Do you know what it’s like to watch the night turn to day? |
I could count up more Dark Knights than Mr Wayne |
I got Damier on the Louis bag |
My homie gift got a Gucci tag |
If your bitch throwing that booty back |
Then Melo finna make that booty clap |
Wherever I go they go |
Multiplied my money, I put people on a payroll |
'Cause me getting pesos’ll lead to many paid souls |
Lord, can you send me a Latina with a halo |
5 minutes on this beat, I could go for a week |
One time for James Meadows for producing the heat |
To the fans, here’s some Instagram captions for free |
Masterminding my rhyming like a veteran would be |
Sheesh! |