4AM In Surburbia

Intro

Yeah, yeah

Know I shouldn't call, but it's...It's too late for that, right?

Chorus

Got me drowning in this blue light, 4 AM in suburbia

Driving fast, tryna find a way to stop from hurting ya

You sent a text, "Come through," but I know you ain’t alone

I’m on the edge, yeah, I’m waiting for the dial tone

Yeah, you’re toxic, love it when you call me yours

But we leave the feelings at the door (Yeah, at the door)

Verse 1

Another empty bottle on the passenger seat

I’m haunted by the memory of you and me

You check the gram, I know you see me running up the numbers

But you’re the only thing that haunts me when I’m getting slumbers

I’m paranoid, addicted to the drama

You’re far from innocence, I know you learned it from your mama

I told her, "Baby, I’m a star," she said, "You’re just a user"

Now I’m in the Wraith, just a lonely, rich loser

Chorus

Got me drowning in this blue light, 4 AM in suburbia

Driving fast, tryna find a way to stop from hurting ya

You sent a text, "Come through," but I know you ain’t alone

I’m on the edge, yeah, I’m waiting for the dial tone

Yeah, you’re toxic, love it when you call me yours

But we leave the feelings at the door

Verse 2

Left the Benz in the cul-de-sac, interior acting up

Used to want the quiet life, now I think I’ve had enough

Phone on "Do Not Disturb" but you still getting through to me

Knowing you with him, but you still wanna tell the truth to meIt’s tragic, I’m driving fast through manicured lawns

My digital dash says I’m gone before the dawn

These HOA lights looking like paparazzi

Used to be top shotta, now I’m looking papi-ish

Another missed call, another cup of something slow

Should’ve stayed in the city, nowhere else to go

Your mama’s neighborhood, it’s 70 degrees

But I’m cold inside, shaking like the suburban trees

Yeah, you know I hate this feeling

Staring at the ceiling, thinking ’bout our dealing...

Chorus

Got me drowning in this blue light, 4 AM in suburbia

Driving fast, tryna find a way to stop from hurting ya

You sent a text, "Come through," but I know you ain’t alone

I’m on the edge, yeah, I’m waiting for the dial tone

Yeah, you’re toxic, love it when you call me yours

But we leave the feelings at the door

Bridge

Maybe I’m crazy (maybe I’m crazy)

Or maybe I just miss the way you look at me (way you look at me)

Before the money, before the fake friends

Before we turned into something that never ends...

Outro

Leaving it at the door...4 AM...

Don’t call me...

Yeah...