1AM at The Harris ft. dreablu Lyrics

Yeah, used to call me Joshy, now they call me Amasula

Path was straight and narrow like the inches on a ruler

Used to have that gaze that froze a room like I'm Medusa

Made some waves then sank into the ocean with no scuba

Had a lot of homies now I'm really rolling solo

All my friends tied the knot or tied up like bolo

Sicky like ebola, whipping my Corolla

I really drive a Civic, had to match it to the flow though

Missed call from my father, sticking to his honor

I'm playing, he don't call or text, it got me hot like lava

I got problems with forgiveness

My memory so perfect, see the past my only witness

I replay a million scenes at billionth speed

A trillion things that I could think

Quadrillion scenarios that pass me in a single blink

Dirty dishes in my sink

Opened up a window in the kitchen, I could feel a breeze

A hundred thousand thoughts of giving up

And it's just one of me, sheesh

They told me I'd have struggles as I'm growing up

But I gotta be honest, it's getting old, my bruh

Times are changing but my feelings ain't

I think I hit my ceiling, mane

Thought when I got older, life would finally have me freed up

Nowadays I'm wishing I could be like other people

Sitting in the aisles, and they calling for some cleanup

I just tell 'em back up off me, like damn Gina

Thought when I got older, life would finally have me freed up

Nowadays I'm wishing I could be like other people

Sitting in the aisles, and they calling for some cleanup

I just tell 'em back up off me, like damn Gina

Katrina, hurricanes around me, I'm just singing like Anita

Always quick to rush me, at this point I think I need a

Second to breathe, prophesying like Khadijah

Don't know what I'm doing here, I'm praying for my freedom

Every day I'm gone

I don't need you flexing telling me 'bout how you on

I had lost perspective when I wrestled with the thoughts

I had lost direction when I didn't have a job

Mind moving a mile a minute, I could never pause

Remember my complexion was a flaw but now it's art

Played a role for many years and never got applause

My past isn't my present, my mistakes is not my fault

I, I

Thought when I got older, life would finally have me freed up

Nowadays I'm wishing I could be like other people

Sitting in the aisles, and they calling for some cleanup

I just tell 'em back up off me, like damn Gina

Thought when I got older, life would finally have me freed up

Nowadays I'm wishing I could be like other people

Sitting in the aisles, and they calling for some cleanup

I just tell 'em back up off me, like damn Gina

Hit a lick and my

Wallet looking thick as pie

Pull 'em every single time

Flash 'em with a simple smile

So defensive, why?

None with better sense than I

I'm so filled with pride

I toss toxic dreams aside

And I put that on momma

Used to dress in graphic tees and now I rock pajamas

Always wanted a Lambo but I'm cruising in my Honda

Like Kanye, my mom is my biggest fan

R.I.P. Donda, Donda (West, West, West)

I'm fresh to death (death, death), killing it

My credit card 'boutta max out but I keep on billing it

A liter of Patron in my system, I think I'm feeling it

A drop of joy in an ocean of doubt, I'm hip to stealing it

These feelings is a wave, and I don't play

I can't run away, I'm every day

Roped in a tug-of-war with that previous phase

You see it on my face, I'm in need of grace

I might need a place, my own space

Somewhere I could pray, I could be okay

And now I got the spirit

These n****s too cocky, really they ain't trying to hear it

I cannot make sense of these emotions that I'm feeling

But every day gets better, that's a sign that I been healing

I, I

I been on the road, I used to move quiet

Now I'm shifting gears to go

Never really did a thing that I was supposed to

Just look at my future, baby

I been dripped in gold

I'm writing a story and it's head-to-toe in prose

Been looking for a purpose now I feel like I been chose

Blooming where I'm planted, now my roots they wanna grow

Environment cemented, through the cracks, here comes a rose