Lyrics:
the plane
Nothing
Not one single word
It must come this morning or I'll go insane
I'll go insane
Now it's been almost five days
Could she have sent it by air
from my exes
They got hit by a semi
Check my bank account, next an
We're all good 'cause it's plenty
11 o'clock, I'm out the door to a money move
Don't
made right
Maybe someday somewhere in some other life
Maybe in a five o'clock world where never is forever maybe we could be together
But you got hearts
working nine to five
I got my n**** by my side
Why you holding on that nine
Why you lurking what's inside
I see the pain all in your eyes
You be working
Je mi píčo líp pokaždý co jedu z práce
Texty v moji hlavě jsou a proto píšu básně (ya)
Pain v mim srdci větší za každýho zrádce
Nůž pro krysy a pro
at the door way And if by 9 o'clock we still ain't done
Then I dont know
Cause I'm not going home And by 10 o'clock
We back to back
I'm on that ass
Yeah we
the plane
Nothing
Not one single word
It must come this morning or I'll go insane
I'll go insane
Now it's been almost five days
Could she have sent it by air
Pain, Underrated Legend, pain, pain, pain, pain
Wallahi this is all true, it's all true still
Ight, look
So a big part of my life has been
home pretty soon
5 o'clock passed onto cold afternoon
And then I got the call, there was no turning back
I heard that you died of a heart attack
from the top from the top from the top from the top
12am in las Vegas taking shots
Am show this goofy haters what i got
5 O'clock in the morning busting
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
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?
and that's an order
Like my pops with a 5 o'clock shadow at the border
[Chorus]
Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
I ain't goin no where
Bellyache,
things that you've never seen before
And I could show you things that you probably shouldn't know
Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, and no sex
2 o'clock
eh eh eh eh)
If you do the things I like
(If you do the things I like)
I’ll touch you
I’ll touch you how you like it
(Eh eh eh eh eh)
Five o’clock in
and I walk the blocks
While it's 5 o'clock with no chance of stop till my body drop
Cause my pride is shot and I'm a tied knot
Who the fuck is Tyler
I
Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone
Four O'clock and I stare at the door ,And I stare at my watch, Then I stare at the door
I stand by my desk
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
Come
please don't kill my vibe, all negativity dismissed
It's 3 o'clock in the morning, I gotta be awake for work at 6, yeah yeah yeah
It's cool, I'll stop by
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
Waiting in your
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
Waiting in your
to castles
You ever heard of the black Jews? You seen us on the five o'clock news
[Chorus]
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