Fidlar - 5 To 9 Lyrics
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 seeSix a clock, came to dentist, asked if he’s got anything.Eight a clock, feeling shitty, coming down the GPSPNine 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.