Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go

I lied just a little When I said I need you You stretched the truth When you said that you knew Just can't believe it There's nothing to say I was almost honest, almost Living alone, can't stand this place It's four in the morning and I still see your

Well just me and my wine Oh, well I'm down in the alley of sally And I'm feeling my way And it's four in the morning I don't have a lot I can say I know I'm looking for some satisfaction But there ain't much news