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

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»