| Oh, it’s 2 AM
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| And I miss you more than ever, more than ever
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| My thoughts don’t sway from your body
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| And I might be yours forever, yours forever
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| 2 AM text messages, I’m all on my phone
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| Hop out a king size bed cause this king size bed ain’t fun alone
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| What happened, ay
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| I was supposed to be yours tonight
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| Send me booty pics so a nigga ain’t gotta watch porn tonight
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| We should be together not texting
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| You next to me while you’re telling me about how your home girl messy
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| Why she so messy, why
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| Why you so sexy, why
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| And I’m a real Rexx imma do anything that you let me tonight
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| Tell me what it is 'doe, tucked off blowing endo
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| We should go out just to live more
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| We should go out and hit Bev more
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| I got discounts
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| You get drunk, ride this stallion and I dismount
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| Drink and drive
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| Anything for this queen of mine
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| A piece of you gives me piece of mind
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| I got a full schedule but will free the time
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| Just to spend with you
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| Damn I wish it was 10 AM
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| I hope you feel all this energy that I’m sending you
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| While I’m sitting here in this living room
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| Just missing you
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| Looking at the clock like damn…
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| It’s 2 AM
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| And I miss you more than ever, more than ever
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| My thoughts will sway from your body
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| And I might be yours forever, yours forever
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| Uh, look
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| Text us at two oh eight from the two oh eight
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| Make me wanna relocate when I see your face
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| Damn, I don’t see a flaw on you
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| Your face prime on facetime when I call on you
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| Paul Bearer, killing hoes
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| Dem new jeans, I’m feeling those
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| And your feeling me, feeling free to let feelings flow
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| Go for it
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| Cause you just want somebody that’ll hold you down
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| Let me be your paperweight
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| Your independent, papers straight
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| Nice whip and got a place to stay
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| Cook good, look good
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| You’re a ace of spades
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| Look at the card I was dealt
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| My heart in your hand is a heartfelt
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| You came out the sky like a sun goddess
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| Just to make hearts melt
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| Corny but real, my attempt at being poetic
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| Trying to keep it all good with you, which is good with me
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| And go aesthetic
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| I’m way more than into you
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| Thinking all these thoughts about just getting into you
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| While I’m sitting here in this living room
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| Just missing you
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| Looking at the clock like, damn…
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| It’s 2 AM
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| And I miss you more than ever, more than ever
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| My thoughts will sway from your body
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| And I might be yours forever, yours forever
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| Look
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| I met you down in Supper Club and now I be hitting you like wassup with blood
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| And now them cold nights ain’t right unless I’m with you and you bundle up, look
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| I love how you always keep it kosher
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| Incense on the table, random books be on the sofa
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| What you reading, what you got on your mind this evening?
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| I know your job is a stresser and that boosie bitch you work with don’t ever
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| make it no better but
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| FTB, you know I blow weed
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| Let’s get high and fuck all night
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| You got that shit that people die for
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| Hop out that whip at night and fuck and slide forward
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| And it’s all mine though, chose you and hella hoes on my line though
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| I’m addicted like your albino
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| And when I’m behind though
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| It’s a drug, I don’t need rehab I need re-ups
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| Everything about you’s rare we got that shit we don’t see much on me…
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| You’ll do 100 just to come and see me
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| Drive it like it’s stolen, yea
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| I’d do the same for you, girl please believe me
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| Rolling, you can count on me
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| You can count on me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 A.M., artist - Rexx Life Raj. Album song The Escape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп