4AM Hail Mary Mallon

[Intro]
I consider myself a daredevil

[Chorus]
It's 4AM
It's-It's 4AM
It's 4AM
It-it-it-it-it
It's 4AM
It's-It's 4AM
It's 4AM
It's

[Post-Chorus: Aesop Rock]
4AM, short of breath
Patient zero, hoarding pets

[Verse 1: Rob Sonic]
Drinking his omelet, timing his meds
Morphine drip, get a fix to the flesh
Gripping the edge of the ledge of the place
Where he gets to be met with the end of the day
Left of the face is a table, a tray
TV Guide with the guy from The Fray
Or maybe it's Clay, Anarchy's son
Regardless, the farewell party's begun
Party of one, you start in the breach
Birthing a burden shouldering me
In tonight, the rest of the rat fam
Round and round like the death of a Pacman
Life of a salesman hiding his text
John Wayne couldn't even stand the rein of my ex
Later I'll just go with phone tag
'Til the court tells me "Sure" now row the boat back
Hold the stoge pack and get with the fall
With the beehive hair and the rest on his bald
Head held high, Family, no joke
Grown folk broke at the antique roadshow
Can't breathe right in his nose are bleeds
In his wing they singing ring around the rosary