OFFICIAL LYRICS
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