Lyrics:
know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
Six o'clock, T.V. hour, don't get caught in
It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
A pistol shot at five o'clock
The bells of heaven ring
Tell me what you done it for
No I won't tell you a thing
Yesterday I begged you
Before I hit
It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
Doctor Jesus done take de case.
By five o'clock dat woman goin' be well.
(It is now full morning and Catfish Row is full
of activity with street vendors
It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
All deserters will be shot
At 5 o'clock tomorrow morning
So get yourselves together
And quit messing around
No more nonsense
The assassination
Yeah, ninety-seven, ya'll.
It's R.L baby, papichulo.
Want you to do this like a fire drill.
I want you to Stop, Drop, and Roll with me.
It's five
Do you really wanna
Ride slide glide
Hit the spot spend a fifty a ten a five
Hit the liquor store for hen b's and fire
Roll slow black magic
then you could leave
You ain't no V.I.P
Stop gassing yourself, like BP
My pockets obese so
Shorty gon' pull up on me
She know I stay with the tree
I
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
one night just hit it boy
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly
What's your name sheena
(ah)
Readin' magazines with your hair
Up in curlers smokin' the last of the pack
Finishin' lunch before "As
The World Turns"
And later it's the 5 o'clock
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm taking four strands of your hair
And a five dollar bill
Gonna put 'em in a letter
And drop 'em in the mail
Gonna send 'em
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes
another dollar from that 9 to 5
Yeah, you living but ask yourself, are you really alive?
I work outside, I work with food, I work behind the desk
I've
brought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceilings?
Nigga, No Ceilings
Step up in this bitch, 5 o'clock in
we all just get along
Keep struggling (yeah) just to get by, oh (oh)
So many hills, mountains to climb, yeah
We should all be ashamed of ourselves
to live
What I wouldn't give
For just a minute there
Five o'clock on Friday
Sitting at a light
When this angel walked right by me
On my right
mean son-of-a-bitch
Everything is so fast and so crazy
But the day still slowly slips on by
And when that five o'clock whistle starts to blow
I'll be
kid me, shit in my coat aiming at your kidney
Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper
Black 'n Decker hardware avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadowboxer,
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes
I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink
Fool, I'm
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