Darya - 6 AM [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[verse 1]

Its been a week but it feels like a long day
No sense of time, its dark in my hallway
Cell phone reception is gone
Did you call me?
Im way too busy to realize Im lonely
That was it huh?
Moment of truth?
Moments pass quickly
I forgot about you
Im so gone trying to think this shit through
I wish we could still talk
Like we used to
And I, I keep going through my contacts
Trying to find someone who would understand my complex
Im at my minds end, but alright then
Heres the smile that I fake, for my fake friends
Yo, you never really me
I guess you never cared
Thats exactly why I do me
Im a ghost? yea I know Im from a ghost town
Karmas an old friend, she just came back around

[Hook]

These are my thoughts at 6 in the morning
Somebody tell me a bedtime story
This time I won't tell you that Im sorry
Your just an old friend and Im in a hurry


[Verse 2]

Keep calling my number has changed
Keep knocking Im in a different place
Keep running Im out of this rat race
Got my own lane, you could tell by my face that
I forgot your name
What was it again?
You want to be friends man?
Dont pretend
Its been a while and Im not the same me
You want my time?
Well now you gatta pay me
Features, features, everyone preaches
They're the best out and what does that teach us?
Anyone can rap, and everyone does
And everyone says that they do it for the love
Man I think I heard enough let me move on
Go relax somewhere and get my snoop on
If not I can't sleep
I keep talking to the beat
And this shit makes me wanna leak leak leak leak it

[Hook]

These are my thoughts at 6 in the morning
Somebody tell me a bedtime story
This time I won't tell you that Im sorry
Your just an old friend and Im in a hurry

[Verse 3]

But I still got the realest right next to me
No guessing, with them its a blessing
To know they exist after all the pretending
Thank you, you make up for all of the fake shit
Things women do, without getting naked
Soon, I promise, we're all ganna make it
To those who partake and are patiently waiting
Your coming with us, the bread that we're baking
Soon we'll be breaking and spending and whiling
You know how we party, stand up Coney Island
And Brighton, Long Island, I never forget
The ones who show love get it back and respect
And probably a percent, Im not greedy with money
It comes and it goes, but the ones who act funny
Don't ask me for shit
Bet you thought I would quit
Nah kid, not even a little bit

[Hook]

These are my thoughts at 6 in the morning
Somebody tell me a bedtime story
This time I won't tell you that Im sorry
Your just an old friend and Im in a hurry