Fidlar - 5 To 9 Lyrics

Three o'clock! (Three o'clock!) in the morning, double vision with my homies,
Four o'clock! (Four o'clock!) feeling funny, got no car and we got no money.

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh haaaahhhh

Five o'clock! (Five o'clock!) bumming, sunset, drinking forties till we can't see
Six o'clock! (Six o'clock!) get too bent and ask if Evan's got anything

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh haaaahhhh

Eight o'clock! (Eight o'clock!) feeling shitty, coming down off cheap pcp
Nine o'clock!, (Nine o'clock!) drunk and driving, on my way to Culver city.

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh haaaahhhh

Ten o'clock! (Ten o'clock!) stuck in traffic, taking bong rips in the backseat
Twelve o cloc! (Twelve o'clock!) get arrested on my way to LA County