5am (feat. Bello & Doc Wockins)

Simulation but I’m not complacent Yeah I be racin’ and so is my mind Entertainment, they say I’m amazing Yeah I’m amazing, she call me the don All in my mind, sittin’ in my bed with my forty-five, hit my line All in my mind, sittin’ in my bed with my forty-five, hit my line Simulation but I’m not complacent (Oh my) Yeah I be racin’ and so is my mind (Oh my) Entertainment, they say I’m amazing (Oh my) Yeah I’m amazing, she call me the don (Oh my) All in my mind, sittin’ in my bed (Oh my) with my forty-five, hit my line (Oh my) All in my mind, sittin’ in my bed (Oh my) with my forty-five, hit my line (Oh my) I don’t take no loss I don’t take no loss Boy you must get lost I’m feeling dark I’m in my feelings yeah I don’t take no loss I don’t take no loss Babe you must be lost I’m feeling crossed I’m in my torture yeah Torture ya’ Pourin’ up Where do I go when I am just not enough, For you Baby yeah you know that I adore you Yessir, imma motherfuckin undress her Oh in a minute, we’re never finished Just slid the tip in, I’m a goat to Guinness, yeah In the world books of the records Go undress her In record time, she fine as wine I need a mixer, I need liquor That’s a double text from the same night And it’s 5am so she came right We in the same place in a different light I don’t take no loss I don’t take no loss Boy you must get lost I’m feeling dark I’m in my feelings yeah I don’t take no loss I don’t take no loss Babe you must be lost I’m feeling crossed I’m in my torture yeah Sippin while gripin’ a Wesson Show ‘em no love, don’t mention affection These bitches is dubs, don’t pay no attention I know I’m wassup, not down till eleven But baby I’m up and it’s 5am If it don’t work let’s try again Said she gotta go gotta find her friend Said she don’t got more time to spend Breakin my heart so departed So mad that all this shit started But regardless I’m tryin my hardest Yeah not be heartless I’m painting these pictures, babe just like an artist Drugs got my mind while you claimin’ my body Double the dosage like aiming the shotty Sayin I’m famous ain’t stunning nobody So run me my money and stop acting funny 5am, hit me up (Hit me up) On the road, with something serious Don’t call back, don’t text me (No, no) Ridin’ round with a weapon Hop out, Giuseppe Pull off, in the AMG (Let’s go) Ride with a stick With a stick It’s a tool Hop out a lamb And I hop in a coupe Double C drippin all over my shoes Bump a few lines I’m fucked up I’m fucked up Spent a 100 racks on ass and booze Baby I’m not in the mood Cause it’s 5am 5am