4am again

[Verse 1]

[Sing-speak in a weary, late-night tone — like you’re talking to her voicemail]

It’s 4AM again, and I’m back in your texts
Scrollin’ through our past like it’s all I got left
Told myself I’m done, but I lied to my chest
If you picked up now, maybe I’d fix the mess

I done been with girls that don’t move like you
New faces, same room, still feels like a loop
This bed too cold for one, too guilty for two
I got demons in my sheets and none of ’em you

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[Chorus]

[Floaty falsetto or soft chest voice, drag the words out with emotional weight]

Tell me, would you still come through?

[hold “thruuuu…” with light delay]

If I said I’m wrong, would you move how you used to?
I know I burned the bridge we built
But my heart still standin’ on the edge for you

Would you forgive what I did last time?
I was lost, I was blind, I ain’t think right
Now it’s 4AM, and all I do is rewind
I still want you to be mine

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[Verse 2]

[Lower tone, more regret in your delivery]

I still remember your hoodie, your scent
You was peace — I was problems, no sense
You ain’t leave ’cause you wanted to
You left ’cause I wouldn’t bend

Now I just replay what I never said
Scrollin’ through your story, my pride’s in shreds
Lyin’ to myself like “I’m good instead”
But your name still echo in my head

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[Chorus]

[Repeat with light harmonies layered in — try falsetto on second half]

Tell me, would you still come through?
If I said I’m wrong, would you move how you used to?
I know I burned the bridge we built
But my heart still standin’ on the edge for you

Would you forgive what I did last time?
I was lost, I was blind, I ain’t think right
Now it’s 4AM, and all I do is rewind
I still want you to be mine

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[Verse 3]

[Classic Drake tone — half rapped, half sung. Laid-back delivery, maybe with a low pass on the first few bars.]

Yeah
You know I hate when you leave me on read
But I get it, I left too much unsaid
Told you to chill, I was chasin’ the bread
But what’s the point of the crown if you sleep in an empty bed?

Too many nights I pretended
Too many flights I resented
Shoulda just called, but pride’s expensive
And love don’t mix with these late night mentions

Now I’m lookin’ through your old IG
You with someone else, and it ain’t me
Told the bros I’m good, lowkey
But I’d trade all this fame just to be lowkey

I miss the scent, the skin, the silence
You gave me peace, now it’s all just violence
Now I’m facin’ the past with a glass
And I’m hopin’ to God I ain’t too late to come back

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[Outro]

[Soft-spoken, like a confession over ambient synths]

Still got your name in my favorites
Still can’t explain what the pain is
Still write songs you’ll never hear
Still stuck in the love I couldn’t steer

It’s 4AM again…
And I still want you back

Dark R&B, Trap-Soul — 72 BPM / Minor Key, Ambient Rhodes, Reversed snares, male, reversed guitar, Sparse 808 sub-bass