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Roman (Inf Gang) decides to give his rendition on T-Pain's 5 O' Clock
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Lyrics:
It's 5 o' clock in the morning/ sick and tired of yawning/
I wake up, my bones ache and I'm groanin'/
I'm not an early bird, so worms continue to worm, then/
I get upset cause no one saved a damn thing for Roman/
I'm probably sluggish cause I came in at 4/
Just posted choppin' in the car with this chick named Nicole/
Nice frame, nice clothes, nice face, nice soul/
Then she looks at her watch and goes/
(it's 5 o' clock in the morning)
I should go, I'm getting late night cravings/
I said "C'mon" She said "it's late" I said "it's daylight savings/
We got some time that we can kill let's do some late wine tasting"/
She said "We'll do it when we have time, so save my place", then/
She licked her lips and she got ready to go/
I took her home, went to the house, my body barely composed/
And when I walked into my room, bruh I swear that I froze/
There she is, and these the words that she selectively spoke/

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're going to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in
(x2)

It's 5 o' clock in the morning and bet, I'm goin' in/
I stroke her once, I pull her hair, and then I stroke again/
She a catholic but do everything that goes against/
Her childhood upbringing and that's what got me so convinced/
That I could love her, but right now I'm just trying to fuck her/
I got on top, made it rock, then she threw me under/
And then she rode me like a camel in the Saharan summer/
Pulled me close and whispered in my ear, knockin' off the covers/
(it's 5 o' clock in the morning)
So now I'm knowing that I'm missing work/
Or missing school? Shit what day is it? Missing church/
I guess it's coo, cause I'm partaking in a sinner's sport/
The bedroom is my home field advantage, yup, a sinner's court/
Now she demanding that I kiss her ear/
I flip her over, shove her face down while I hit the rear/
She screamin' and moanin', I think she finna get the tears/
And as soon as I reach my peak, she disappears/

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're going to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in
(x2)

It's 5 o'clock in the morning and now I'm by myself/
Sitting on my bed, sweating, trying to find my breath/
Confused to the fact that a body was just right here/
How the hell could she have vanished like that? I have no idea/
I look around and see no evidence of heavy sex/
No clothes all on the floor, no soiled sheets, no packs of cigarettes/
Am I trippin', Am I loaded? Am I playing pretend?/
So then I call her and I ask where she went/
(It's 5 o' clock in the morning)
She said it a voice that sounded like I woke her up/
And once I asked her "where you at?" she said "you joke too much/
I'm at my house, you know, where you just dropped me off"/
I lied and said, "My fault, this White Widow dro done got me tossed"/
Got off the phone and put my face to my palms/
And shook my head, obviously there's some sorcery that's goin' on/
Wish I could live in my hallucination, stuck on replay/
I guess my mind playin' tricks on me, fuckin' cliche/

It's 5 o'clock in the morning