5 A.M. (feat. Whosane)

Hey What you want from me? Can you tell me just Hey What you want from me baby If we don't wake up We are probably gonna meet the maker And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to break up Up twelve stories, thinking 'bout calling home Before falling out like air boarding Five in the morning, high off endorphins Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home Before falling out like air boarding Five in the morning, high off endorphins It's dangerous I'm so crazy, you're so crazy We both got demons we're escaping You're into the club and cocaine thing I'm into self-deprecating Now I'm self-medicating We're both cooked Soda is baking and My nostril take a sniff, start raving Life start changing I start glazing You embracing, engaging Tongue on tonsils, so invasive Grab my coat, uber is waiting Grab my dope, do what you came to do Hotter than eternal damnation New sensation, smack my face And woah, what wasn't ready for that but I take it (Baby, baby toxic relations) Now the sun's out It's time to come down Trees cut down, smoke up and mung out You're dumbfounded, you're surprised I stopped grounding it Opt-out like you're off the encounters But now we're mistaking drug clout for the love clout Cos' we're yet to touch down And we're both lost But because we just found this Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home Before falling out like air boarding Five in the morning, high off endorphins Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home Before falling out like air boarding Five in the morning, high off endorphins It's dangerous If we don't wake up We are probably gonna meet the maker (that's the direction) And once we wake up, We are probably gonna need to break up (it's for the best baby) If we don't wake up We are probably gonna meet the maker (that's no question) And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to break up You and I can't relate We have nothing in common Every time we conversate, there seem to be a problem You're so fine, I was wasted I let you talk all the shit But now I've got to leave 'Cos it's bad for my mental When you flip that switch and go mental I know you got shit in your past That makes you wanna hide and not Jekyll But you use me as your outlet Outbursts that keep me down at ground level Only time you help me elevate Is when you give me that brown powder They meddle at the club you work at I'm like it all touching her lap She said sit, I'm sat, they gat The, the, the bar drunk till she got her cash Then it's back to bed and boom-booming We're not losing those latex hats Then two months go by And you shoot him a text that makes my heart rate go So what you wanna do cos' I'm down with whatever you choose Do we raise this baby like Ruth Or do we make this baby go poof She said there's complications inside my womb That mean I can't reproduce But even if I could've I wouldn't told you I'd move so you'd never see your new fruit