5onthe.

Lyrics for 5onthe.

It's just the way that it goes It's just some things that you hold Hold up, wait, where you going? I'm just tryna be done If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before Tryna put you on games I hope I'm straight with your name Shit, all of this gonna change Just need you for the moment Untuck your shirt, pick up your feet Lock up your grip, now that's a picky eat If I can have you and yours I'll make sure that you're clothed And every tummy is full Nothing else is important It's just the way that it goes It's just some things that you hold So just bear and you roll Not everything is important If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before Appreciate the camaraderie Just take the day off before you gotta rinse and repeat Always so crotchety, you think I wanted deceit It lost its novelty, wish it moved on from me You could just lay low and watch the rest fall in the sink Or do what I say so, forget for even just one blink You see, it's all in your thinking There's no point in sinking If you can float leaking Ain't no problem, you see Hold up now, wait, bro This shit feel a bit wobbly to me I can't just stay float if that shit just bothering me I cannot take more, I can't just lay low I feel all tangled like everything just falling on me If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before My hands is cold My lens two months over My plans, they fold My face, it looks older It's five on the dot It's my time to debrief, not for education It's giving all of me, something you gon' advocate, shit I'm not asking for freebies or something captivating Wine down and calibrate, there's no time for acclimating See all this hee-hee, ha-ha is just a charade, shit You just a piece of the puzzle they tryna emulate They beg for compensation, they can't take anything Like nigga anything, yeah, nigga anything All of this up and down give a nigga vertigo I got the spins, bro, walking straight's impossible Plus my hands like purple mixed with indigo I think I'm finna go, I think they finna roll We want our hands back, we only get two We want our plans back, though some of it through See now our palms got the yellow 'round the indigo Really though, man, it's time to let it go If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before If I wanna die, we hit them streets We lock them doors, act like you been here before