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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 see
Six a clock, came to dentist, asked if he’s got anything

Eight a clock, feeling shitty, coming down the cheap PCP
Nine a clock, drunk and driving, on my way to Conquer City

Ten a clock, stuck in traffic, taking vomit in the back seat
Twelve a clock, caring less if all my way is all way down