3 A.M. Weeknight I shot up in bed Stood up in the kitchen counter And began banging my head and I finally feel I'm on the beat Come taste my take it leave it lifestyle It's not bested me Saw things you made A likeness insane If you don't like this life well then I guess I understand That the waves have changed They're on the beat They crash until there's no more like this And your surfboard sleep (Bridge) Changes they come Oh so very fast But the obstacle in love Watch it every laugh Whole week in bed Couldn't move my leg Angel kept me real well feed yet Woke me up when I looked dead and I'm rearranged You're on the beat I like the steady one could conjure it helps me sleep Changes they come Oh so very fast But the way the real dead