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1AM Somewhere Lyrics

Bakes | from From the Ground Up (2021)

Written by Bakes · Produced by Isiah Salazar

Okay, hold up, let me get it, wait Other rappers gon' disintegrate When I'm in a state Of inner great Gotta innovate Got no inner hate When I'm finna ventilate By the way, every beat up on my dinner plate I just play the game, they expose their inner fake I don't stress on people that be tryin' to inundate Say they're real, but it's clear they only simulate I just kick it with my chick and make her stimulate Yeah, and we be speedin' in the carpool Always on point, stayin' sharper than harpoon Ah, man I wonder if they'll get a bar soon Everybody fakin', animated like a cartoon People rappin', thinkin' they're gonna be a star soon I'm just steady rollin' with the flow, like I'm R2 I'm the one that gets the people movin' like a ballroom Anybody hatin', I know they're gonna make their fall soon And they'll tell you, I'm the man with the shit Been puttin' in work Never ran from the shit Back when I was in just novice and a fan of this shit Wrote 100 other verses, I could ramble the shit Go Rambo the shit New Lambo the shit Flow mad, 'cause I'm sick Girl's hand on my dick 'Cause I handle my biz Like a candle, it's lit Y'all be slippin', gettin' caught up in a scandal and shit Been pushin' work, like I've got a van full of shit And I'm always on time, never scramblin' shit If it ain't about the scrilla, I abandon it quick And I'm wavy while I'm fly, like I land on a ship Hah I'm too cold, y'all people are too irrelevant Motherfuck a hater tryin' to take me out my element Biggest in the room, they don't acknowledge like an elephant All the hate they throw at my career's propellin' it 'Cause I'm always ahead of it What they do is repetitive I just hear their music, and that shit feel like a sedative Puttin' me to sleep, that shit makin' me go to bed again I be in my head again But nightmares I don't let 'em in Look I am so tired of the fake shit Tired of these bitches lookin' basic Tired of them lyin', sayin' that I ain't sick They don't know all the visions that I paint with Everything I hear soundin' like the same shit People imitatin' styles on some lame shit I just be on my "About to run the game" shit You need a crane lift to be up where my brain sits