7AM

[Intro: Louis Culture]

YAMA, YAMA, YAMA//SATO

Show them, think I gotta show them, ayy

Show them, think I gotta, wait, wait

[Chorus: Louis Culture]

7 AM, but this shit keep me up

Night missions got your boy waiting on a Prius

And my old shit way better than your deluxe

7 AM 'cause it's carpe diem (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Louis Culture]

I write for myself 'cause it's therapeutic (Yeah)

I write for the ones that may never do this (Yeah)

I write for the kids 'cause they message me (Yeah)

Talking bout when you gon' drop that new shit (Yeah)

I'm too in my head, that's why I'm not cooling

I'm too in my bread for a heavy snoozing

I think bout my mum and her sacrifices (Yeah)

And how she can't settlе on that's what life is (Uh)

Hands on the wheel, but I got no licensе

Have you got brothers you'll ride or die with?

I'm talking bout move wigs

Dealing with all of the mood swings

Days when we had all the food split

Tesco boys using a few quid

Uh, yeah, where were you? (Where were you?)

P's back garden, we were sharing zoots (Sharing zoots)

Had a pop shield I was staring through (Staring through)

Mattress on the wall that repaired a booth ('Paired a booth)

Niggas in the club being bare aloof

In their head think they're the truth

Grew up round the set, so you scaring who?

Scaring who?

[Interlude 1: Louis Culture]

Show them, think I gotta show them

7 AM, but this shit keep me up (Wait)

[Chorus: Louis Culture]

7AM, but this shit keep me up

Night missions got your boy waiting on a Prius

And my old shit way better than your deluxe

7 AM 'cause it's carpe diem

7 AM, but this shit keep me up

Night missions got your boy waiting on a Prius

And my old shit way better than your deluxe

7 AM 'cause it's carpe diem

[Post-Chorus: Louis Culture]

Stack up with your killydem

No one left behind we said (No)

Go get that on foot or ped

System said, "Black man fi dead"

[Verse 2: Bawo]

Bruh, 06:52

Already hit me a lick, let's move

Tryna legit get me a suit

I guess I'll commit, like, who would've knew?

I had a rip in most of my shoes

She don't wanna link, there's not enough views

A couple of ticks, she left it on blue

I know what it is (Is it?)

I get it, I was on tills packing your bags

The bread and the milk, the cash in your hands

I copped me a grill, they don't understand

Like nothing is real, "Who is this man?"

Messed up my back from filling the vans

Developed a knack for, "This isn't that"

Couple of pillows, I needed a booth

How could I sleep on the truth?

[Interlude 2: Bawo & Louis Culture]

Nah, bun that shit

7 AM, but this shit keep me up (Wait)

[Chorus]

7AM, but this shit keep me up

Night missions got your boy waiting on a Prius

And my old shit way better than your deluxe

7 AM 'cause it's carpe diem

7 AM, but this shit keep me up

Night missions got your boy waiting on a Prius

And my old shit way better than your deluxe

7 AM 'cause it's carpe diem

[Post-Chorus]

Stack up with your killydem

No one left behind we said (No)

Go get that on foot or ped

System said, "Black man fi dead"