Lyrics:
in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think
suggest that you sample our five o'clock tea
Which we feel certain will tempt your pallet?
However we regret that after a diligent search
suggest that you sample our five o'clock tea
Which we feel certain will tempt your pallet?
However we regret that after a diligent search
The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
Wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried
weed in by the ton
She wants to rock so I just popped the siroc
Watch ill bet by 5 o’clock the
Panties drop on the dot
Baby don’t you stop go up
And down
for Majita
Three for the Dollies, baddies and the keepers
Four for Magheba January to December
Five for di Vibe, hands to the sky
One for the money
Two
down by the dock,
the boat she sailed at five o'clock.
"hurry boys now", said whack
"or before we're there we're all be back
carry him if you can"
in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
white Russian; game, Russian roulette
Flight Continental six o'clock in the mornin
Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, I tipped the doorman
Jumped
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
see-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching
Now sometimes at the end of the day
Before I head home I make a stop along the way
Have a couple of drinks and wait for the five o'clock rush to go
Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
Get those feet off the table, what do you think this is, home?
(This is bullshit, yo son let me
in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
You got it
You got it
You got it bad
You got it
You got it
You got it bad
1 O’clock 2 o’clock
It’s 5 in the morning
Ain’t notice time going by
We got
to bed
He took a book
That he never read
By five o'clock Mr Brown was dead
The Doctor came and with hardly a look
He drew the sheet and closed the book
By four o'clock he's leaning
By five o'clock it burns
Twelve or fourteen hands with only one major concern
They work just like a section
A sequence
It's five o'clock I just got home
Slide my muddy boots off another long day gone
An' I can hear a longneck out there callin' my name
So I make my way
them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck
you’re alert to
But when it’s 5 o’clock, your Time is up, you’re signing off and liven up
Cos no one thinks that Friday sucks and out of seven Days,
to what we say
Because this types of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
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