Put your call out of service, it's five in the morning Gettin' high on my substance, we've tried it before How you feel about Glass on my fingertips Blood on my sheets, uh-huh Ass on my fellow *** Plenty of followers, with a job on the side Good God, but you're swallowed, 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 morning Gettin' high on my substance, we've tried it before Sit back to the side of my eye, there's pitch black, look mad when I'm mad Five in the morning, we've tried it before Twenty-four, uh, delirium Eat it out in a way that I know you could only dream of And I'm cold, gettin' 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 us Put your call out of service, it's five in the morning Gettin' high on my substance, we've tried it before Sit back to the side of my eye, there's pitch black, look mad when I'm mad Five in the morning, we've tried it before Five in the morning, we've tried it before Sit back to the side of my eye, there's pitch black, look mad when I'm mad Five in the morning, we've tried it before