**Why you sendin’ these texts and pics? Is that what you on? Thought you moved on … Fuck it — come on. Are we really ’bout to do this? You told her this wasn’t love, You said it was over — so what’s up? It’s 3 A.M. … Fuck it — come on.** [Verse 2] Your hoodie on my floor from last July, You said you’d changed — boy, that’s a lie. But the way you breathe my name in the dark, Got me meltin’ like wax, fallin’ apart. Every time I try to pull away, You reel me back like déjà vu play. Told myself “never,” but here I am, With your hands, your scent, your plan. [Bridge ] You ain’t gotta rush, Take your time when you pull up. 3 A.M. love hit different, And I can’t get enough. [Final Chorus ] **Why you sendin’ these texts and pics? Is that what you on? Thought you moved on … Fuck it — come on. Are we really ’bout to do this? You told her this wasn’t love, You said it was over — so what’s up? It’s 3 A.M. … Fuck it — come on.** [Outro ] Low guitar + reversed pads. Her whisper overlaps: “Don’t hit my phone … unless you really mean it.”
