5 A.M. Testo

Hey (hey, hey, hey)
What you want from me?
Can you tell me just
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 ?
Five in the morning, high off endorphins
Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home
Before falling out like (?)
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
Eyes 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 (?)
Five in the morning, high off endorphins
Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling home
Before falling out like (?)
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 (beep)
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