3AM

She always knows where the crowd's at She puts her mouth round the cigarette I put it out 'cause she likes that She always dance when it's raining

With your Louis V. bag, tats on your arms High heel shoes, make you six feet tall Everybody wants you, you can have them all But I got what you need... -

Another day in Compton, the thrill is high Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight

I would sell my soul for a bit more time You stain all on my body like you're red wine You're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline You run your middle finger up and down my spine I'm sorry there was no one to apologize

Beg me for mercy Admit you were toxic You poisoned me just for Another dollar in your pocket Now I am the violence I am the sickness Won't accept your silence Beg me for forgiveness