Fidlar 5 To 9
Three a clock in the morning, double vision with my
homies,
Four a clock, feeling funny, got no car and we got no
money.
Five a clock, body, sunset, reggae, forty, so we can’t
see
Six a clock, came to dentist, asked if he’s got anything.
Eight a clock, feeling shitty, coming down the GPSP
Nine a clock, drunk and driving, on my way to Conquer
city.
Ten a clock, I ain’t driving, taking vomit in the back
seat,
Twelve a clock, caring less if all my way is all way
down.
