FIDLAR - Five To Nine
Three a clock in the morning, double vision with my homies,
Four a clock, feeling funny, got no car and we got no money.
Five a clock, body, sunset, reggae, forty, so we can?t see
Six a clock, came to dentist, asked if he?s got anything.
Eight a clock, feeling shitty, coming down the GPSP
Nine a clock, drunk and driving, on my way to Conquer city.
Ten a clock, I ain?t driving, taking vomit in the back seat,
Twelve a clock, caring less if all my way is all way down.
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