Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5 A.M., artist - Remi.
Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5 A.M. |
Hey |
What you want from me? |
Can you tell me just, uh, 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 hair balding |
Five in the morning, high off endorphins |
Up twelve stories, thinking 'bout calling |
Home before falling out like hair balding |
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-medic-c-cating |
We’re both cooked, soda is baking in |
My nostril take a sniff, start raving |
Lights start changing, eyes start glazing |
You embrace him, engage him |
Tongue on tonsils, so invasive |
Grab my coat, Uber is waiting |
Grab my throat, do what you came to do |
Hotter than eternal damnation |
New sensation, smack my face in (Whoa) |
Wasn’t ready for that but I take it |
(Baby, baby, toxic relation) |
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 stuck 'round |
Didn’t opt out like your other encounters |
But now we’re mistaking drug cloud |
For the love cloud 'cause we’re yet to touch down |
And we’re both lost, but because we just found |
This way of drowning, doubt we’re now bound here |
Up twelve stories, thinking 'bout calling |
Home before falling out like hair balding |
Five in the morning, high off endorphins |
Up twelve stories, thinking 'bout calling |
Home before falling out like hair balding |
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’ve got nothing in common |
Every time we conversate, there seems to be a problem |
You’re so fine when I was wasted, I let you talk all that shit |
But now I’ve got to live |
'Cause it’s bad for my mental |
When you flip that switch and go mental |
I know you’ve got shit in your past |
That makes you want to 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 |
When you give me that brown powder they peddle |
At the club you work at |
I’m like a dog, tucked in her lap |
She says, «Sit», I’m sat there, gacked |
At the bar drunk 'til she got her cash |
Then it’s back to bed and boom-booming |
We’re not using those latex hats |
Then two months go by and you shoot him |
A text that makes my heart rate go (Beep) |
So what you wanna do? |
'Cause I’m down with whatever you choose |
So do we raise this baby like roof? |
Or do we make this baby go 'poof'? |
She said, «There's complications inside my womb |
That mean I can’t reproduce |
But if I could’ve I wouldn’t have told you |
I’d move so you’d never see your new fruit» |