Put your call out of service, it's five in the mornin' Gettin' high on my substance, we tried it before How you feel about Glass on my fingertips Blood on my sheets, I asked all my fellow shit Plenty of followers, with a job on the side Good God, but you swallow, not only your pride If you care what I think, then you don't wanna think about us Put a gram on my sins, so I don't have to think about Put your call out of service, it's five in the mornin' Gettin' high on my substance, we tried it before Sit back, throw a side in my eye, throw a spits back, look mad when I'm mad Five in the mornin', we've tried it before Twenty-four, delirium Eat it out in a way that I know you could only dream of And I'm cold, get lost, got ice all on, on my conscience But you love me, and my problems, so you go down like every other mother If you care what I think, then you don't wanna think about us Put a gram on my sins, so I don't have to think about Put your call out of service, it's five in the mornin' Gettin' high on my substance, we tried it before Sit back, throw a side in my eye, throw a spits back, look mad when I'm mad Five in the mornin', we've tried it before