4AM in ATL Wale The Sage

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Broke yes indeed
Smoking this tree
Dreaming bout planting a seed
There's roots in my sleep
Stems from a house full of greed
No hope for a college degree
Broke that it cost you to breathe
Pray for the letters I need
Pray for a M and the Gs
Up 4am cause I think
I’m up cause I think
I hope I can Swim before I sink

Dead end jobs to dead end jobs
I'm begging God
See no gas and I'm losing my drive
Every dollar found will surely count
See I’m no clown
But lately I've been penny wise
Can't afford my girl it cost me time
She such a dime a dime piece
That I losе my mind
I've been on my grind from 9-5 to 9-5
I'm not alive just getting by

What an еvent
So broke smell of money's a cent (scent)
Can't pay up my rent
Life hard it was made with cements
Got no helping hand
I twist and I turn and I bend
Like damn, what an event
So broke smell of money's a cent (scent)
Can’t pay up my rent
Life hard it was made with cements
Got no helping hand
I twist and I turn and I turn and I

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