Текст песни 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 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