Lyrics 5 A.M. - Remi, Sensible J, Whosane

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»