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letra de 12 a.m. - sweet g on the beat

[verse 1]
okay it’s late at night wiping my eyes
it’s sometime in 2009
little me sippin’ on kool aid
maybe i was 4 or 5
ridin’ in the car with daddy
strapped into my c-rs-at
lookin out the window thinkin much
like cars are so neat
as a youngin
this time had me so blunted
young and wild looked around
why do these cars surround
so many thoughts inside
thinking about life and time
i was so young
kept on thinking
why does life move so fast

[verse 2]
tires screeching sound unleashing
mind is racing cars are chasing
didn’t know what we were facing
so much i was tracing
i was scared
as the headlights glared
tires started to slash
i was shocked just once we crashed
this moment caught my cries
my life just flashed before my eyes
my daddies yelling at the driver
still this memory is dyer
the second slammed just like the car door
it’s really poor
every thought the time just came
and hit me hard and it’s -ssured
police pulling to the curb
saying this is so absurd
checking out the cars front
why does this feel like a stunt
it was such a dark thrill
all i could do was just sit still
i think about that night a lot
i’m still feeling super distraught

[verse 3]
it seems like no one gets it
these times make me feel shorter
i flash back many times
from my post traumatic stress disorder
anything triggers it
so much like things bigger than loss
it grabs me by the throat
like thoughts of suicide i come across
i’m sobbing really hard
it scared me really bad
it’s odd to realize
it’s true it’s hard
i didn’t know what to do
the fact is all the time
we take test then get the lesson
everyday it feels so hard
i write to take out my aggression
i never second guessed that
i would live a happy life
i get it stuff can happen
but it’s true to me i felt so sadden
we learn from our mistakes
but trust me that’s the bright of life
we’re here to learn our lessons
for the driver there cl-ss is in session

[verse 4]
reliving close to end
i try to help myself with speeches
sweet g
i here that all the time
i love it though
it preaches
how many say they feel it
i know theres those here who see it
memories flying like gl-ss
that shattered in the time that’s p-ssed
drunk drivers hit the gas
it adds onto the pain i have
i talk about it cause it’s real
stuff happens but that’s the deal
but look this story’s true
it was tuff but i’m still here
my time is right and life extends
all on the clock at 12 a.m

- sweet g on the beat

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