3 AM I ADAM SAINI | Experimental, Neo-Soul music

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3 AM I ADAM SAIN | Experimental, Neo-Soul music
Producer - STUDIONATION UK LTD
(Music Record Label Company Name): STUDIONATION UK LTD
Composer: Studionation UK Studio team (London)
Lyricist: Studionation UK Studio team (London)
The lyrics of the song are penned by Adam Saini
Programmed By: Studionation UK Studio team (London)
Mix & Master By: Studionation UK Studio team (London)
Recorded at: Studionation UK Studio London
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(Music Record Label Company Name): STUDIONATION UK LTD
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lyrics:

Yeah, they say blood runs thicker than water,
But what about the tears?
Through the echoes, through the fall, through the fight,
Through the promises we made to make things right,
Through the cracks, through the tears, through the years,
Still holding on to love that disappeared.
We’re hanging by a thread, through the pain and the climb.
Dinner table’s like a summit, tension fills the room,
Arguments simmer like a slow-cooked stew.
Family photos looking flawless on the 'Gram,
But beneath the smiles, some scars never mend.
Got a brother who’s cold, but I’m trying to keep it warm,
Every word feels like a trigger, sounding the alarm.
Mom’s been the referee since back in ‘93,
Mediating battles between Pops and me.
History runs deep, like stories carved in stone,
But the lessons he taught me? I’ve made them my own.
They say I’ve got his pride, his anger, his face,
Looking in the mirror feels like déjà vu some days.
Sneaking back in late, dodging curfew’s sting,
Now I’m the one waiting up—life’s a funny thing.
It’s a cycle, like a ring, passed down in the family,
Bridging gaps with love when the words don’t come easily.
Through the echoes, through the fall, through the fight,
Through the promises we made to make things right,
Through the cracks, through the tears, through the years,
Still holding on to love that disappeared.
We’re hanging by a thread, through the pain and the climb.
Grandma’s old cookbook’s worth more than gold,
Every recipe’s a memory waiting to be told.
Like how she fed a family on a dollar and a dream,
Now I’m flipping pages, caught in the in-between.
My uncle went to war, came home but not the same,
Still leads the Sunday prayers, holding onto faith.
Cousin’s out west, living like a star,
But when auntie got sick, he didn’t stay far.
They say home’s where the heart is—mine’s scattered like dust,
Across cities and towns, but we find ways to adjust.
Like patches on a quilt Grandma stitched by hand,
We fray, but we mend, trying to understand.
Our DNA’s not just looks, it’s the burdens we share,
Breaking cycles of trauma while showing we care.
And yeah, we pass down love, resilience, and pride,
It’s why I’m here spilling truth, holding family inside.
Through the echoes, through the fall, through the fight,
Through the promises we made to make things right,
Through the cracks, through the tears, through the years,
Still holding on to love that disappeared.
We’re hanging by a thread, through the pain and the climb.
You feel me?
Every family’s got its story, its wounds, its glory.
But at the end of the day,
This is what we’ve got.
It’s messy, but it’s ours.