5 A.M.

Hey
 What you want from me?
 Can you tell me just
 Hey
 What you want from me baby
 If we don't wake up
 We are probably gonna meet the maker
 And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to break up
 Up twelve stories, thinking 'bout calling home
 Before falling out like air boarding
 Five in the morning, high off endorphins
 Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home
 Before falling out like air boarding
 Five in the morning, high off endorphins
 It's dangerous
 I'm so crazy, you're so crazy
 We both got demons we're escaping
 You're into the club and cocaine thing
 I'm into self-deprecating
 Now I'm self-medicating
 We're both cooked
 Soda is baking and
 My nostril take a sniff, start raving
 Life start changing
 I start glazing
 You embracing, engaging
 Tongue on tonsils, so invasive
 Grab my coat, uber is waiting
 Grab my dope, do what you came to do
 Hotter than eternal damnation
 New sensation, smack my face
 And woah, what wasn't ready for that but I take it
 (Baby, baby toxic relations)
 Now the sun's out
 It's time to come down
 Trees cut down, smoke up and mung out
 You're dumbfounded, you're surprised I stopped grounding it
 Opt-out like you're off the encounters
 But now we're mistaking drug clout for the love clout
 Cos' we're yet to touch down
 And we're both lost
 But because we just found this
 Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home
 Before falling out like air boarding
 Five in the morning, high off endorphins
 Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home
 Before falling out like air boarding
 Five in the morning, high off endorphins
 It's dangerous
 If we don't wake up
 We are probably gonna meet the maker (that's the direction)
 And once we wake up,
 we are probably gonna need to break up (it's for the best baby)
 If we don't wake up
 We are probably gonna meet the maker (that's no question)
 And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to break up
 You and I can't relate
 We have nothing in common
 Every time we conversate, there seem to be a problem
 You're so fine, I was wasted
 I let you talk all the shit
 But now I've got to leave
 'Cos it's bad for my mental
 When you flip that switch and go mental
 I know you got shit in your past
 That makes you wanna hide and not Jekyll
 But you use me as your outlet
 Outbursts that keep me down at ground level
 Only time you help me elevate
 Is when you give me that brown powder
 They meddle at the club you work at
 I'm like it all touching her lap
 She said sit, I'm sat, they gat
 The, the, the bar drunk till she got her cash
 Then it's back to bed and boom-booming
 We're not losing those latex hats
 Then two months go by
 And you shoot him a text that makes my heart rate go
 So what you wanna do cos' I'm down with whatever you choose
 Do we raise this baby like Ruth
 Or do we make this baby go poof
 She said there's complications inside my womb
 That mean I can't reproduce
 But even if I could've I wouldn't told you
 I'd move so you'd never see your new fruit