3 AM THOUGHTS
• Written by THEYLUVRYD
//Intro
//room tone soft laughter faint tv noise
Yeah
Whole world asleep but my brain still humming
Streetlight flicker like the night’s still drumming
//Verse 1
Somebody laughing in the kitchen
//faint laughs off-mic
I’m zoned out, tryna figure out what the fuck I’m missing
Phone face down glow cutting through the haze
She like “you good?” yeah yeah I’m straight just dazed
//glass clink
Thinking bout the nights I ain’t feel this calm
Now the silence feel safe like a healing balm
Smoke curl slow halo round my palm
3 am peace got a different charm
//Break
//Door creak / footsteps
//Friend “Yo, you still up?”
Yeah, just writing a bit
//“That’s good, man. You always findin ways to turn the weight into words.”
Yeah somethin like that
It’s therapy when the world quiet
//Verse 2
They talk ‘bout life like it’s meant to be solved
But I been finding truth in the shit that dissolves
Every plan I drew every face I called
Fading through the dark like it’s all God’s drawl
//fridge opens low hum rises bottles clinking
I hear em talkin but it sound so far
Floatin through the smoke like a wish on a star
Been losin myself just to learn who we are
Maybe pain just paint and the scars the art
//Friend “That’s deep… that’s real deep. You been holdin that in for a while?”
Yeah I guess so
Better to bleed through ink than bleed for real you know?
//Soft laugh from the living room
Light flick once yeah that’s just how it be
Trust myself when it’s me versus me
3 am spinnin on a quiet spree
Guess that’s peace in a fucked up degree
//Break 2
//off-mic voice half laughing “Turn that shit down, man!”
Yeah yeah I got you almost done
//Friend“Nah, keep going this the good part.”
Aight bet
//Verse 3
Sun gon rise I can feel it near
But right now it’s just me and the ghosts I hear
Every scar I earned got a reason clear
Turned pain into calm that’s my souvenir
//Soft inhale
Let em talk let em fade in the haze
Lost in thought floating through this phase
It’s peace it’s chaos it’s love it’s daze
But it’s mine these 3 am days
//Friend “It’s all yours, man. You built this peace.”
Yeah I guess so
Still, it’s wild how quiet got a sound of its own
//Verse 4
Cup still window half open
Cold air drift in truth half spoken
Feelin like I’m standin on the edge unbroken
But the calm hit deep words still unchosen
//Friend “You sound lighter tonight.”
Yeah maybe I am
Still got demons but I talk with em now not hide em fam
Every scar I used to hate now feel like a brand
We ain’t perfect fuck it, we real
World full of fake shit I’d rather just feel
Let the night talk back let the pain reveal
What’s gone and what’s left what’s dream and what’s real
//Friend “You’re doin better than you think, bro. For real.”
Yeah I’m starting to see that
//Outro (casual talk over fading beat)
“Man, every time you do this, you end up sounding like a philosopher.”
Haha, nah, I just got too much shit on my mind.
But it’s weird, right? The later it gets, the more honest you feel.
“Yeah… 3 am don’t lie.”
Exactly. Ain’t no filters left when the world’s asleep.
Yeah that’s 3 am for you.
