RePete - "5 AM" (5 AM In Toronto Remix) lyrics

16 Years old playing a deadly game NY State set to detonate like Jesse James They fed the flame when I extend my range It's crazy that what makes you could set your wake to be arranged These visions in my head are strange 5 AM I've been awake, sending rappers straight to Heaven's Gates Yelling "Pete the name" Lost the time I should have spent when I forgot about my dreams, that's when She forgot about all the things we would've been I won't sing that last hook again I lost control of everything, she was there but only in her crooked head Chapters were all scripted out; we closed it when the book was read I had to put that sh** to bed and final words were never said I tried to carve it on a stone and follow protocol She was holding on, told her, "I don't want a phone call" Still no emotions gone, I just wrote this song to say it's f**ed up where you left me And the truth was never spoke at all They throw the bars around the one that cries wolf And they feed the beast next to where the victim slowly dies The rope was tied, they ain't even give me overtime No disguise, look me in my eyes and say I ever told a lie People judge by word of mouth and what they heard about Never truly know the story 'till it's over and the curtains out Trust no one in the world, learn it now Cause it's k** or be k**ed, I suggest the murder route The herb is loud so I burn it down Purple clouds turn my frown , where I stay to earn my crown The man was dying but you ain't heard a sound You ain't even half a hundred like Curtis Don't even face me, turn the f** around I had to make her leave , now it's pouring rain Not because I miss her, but I can't forget the girl she was before she changed I never asked to play part in this f**ing game Now I'm sitting at a window pane, with a pistol to my head Like, why couldn't you just stay in your own lane You f**ing lying b**h, I tried for sixth months to make things work You're crazy get a psychiatrist to prescribe a fix The problem was that I turned things to gold like Musa did You got the tendency to turn things to piles of sh** Tell me why I shouldn't fill this nine with rounds of clips And leave you lifeless for putting my life at risk Sparks flying like a car clocking mileage tireless The coffin you can lie in it, six feet like Allen Iverson It's nothing personal just like debt collecting from the IRS I should get some gasoline, ski mask, a match, and strike this sh** Turning your entire crib to to the cite of an Al-Qaeda hit when piloting a fighter jet If you were riding with an alliance of messiahs you still wouldn't survive that sh**, so bring the choir in [Outro] It's 5 AM but my eyes open My minds mayhem but somehow I'm focused A ten in my bed is divine with lotion Still the head I get don't supply the potion Maybe this is god feeling that I did him wrong Been a sinner my whole life look at the sh** it caused I sit in awe at the though of those prison bars Hoping that you listen to this song and slit your wrist apart (x2)