2AM

I would never ask you

To do something I wouldn't do

I could never lose you

At least I'd never choose to

All your friends are sober

Yeah we're getting older

Going out's a drag now

All my spots have closed

And we can fantasize

Without much of a mess

And making love is fine

But all I want is to forget

How old I am

Can't remember anything else

Nothing good happens past 2am

I put the ball in your court

Text me back

I want a full report

I want cash in hand

I'm still waiting for my man (has he even left the house?)

Short a couple dollars but I think he'll understand

I put my best dress on get back in bed

Nothing good happens past 2am

Can't turn back it's too late

I saw you drink the kool-aid

But I don't want no undue

Attention coming from you

All your friends are sober

Yeah we're getting older

Staying in at home

It's good enough for both us

And we can fantasize

Without hearing I told ya

Making love is fine

But all I want is to forget

How old I am

And what I thought was possible don't seem possible no more

I struggle to keep up with you

And what I thought was possible don't seem possible no more

I never could keep up with you

Can we forget how old I am?

Can't remember anything else

Nothing good happens past 2am

I put the ball in your court

Text me back

I want a full report

I want cash in hand

I'm still waiting for my man (has he even left the house?)

27 Years young don't make sense

I put my best dress on get back in bed

Nothing good happens past 2am

Amen