5 da manhã

"5 AM
Lost track of time
After so many shots
I see the sky from the ground"

Here, it’s all serious faces
Like we’re all just struggling through hard times
Some still make a scene
So I can hit the dance floor
Let’s see if I spend the rest of my life on vacation

The butcher man
Just cuts ribeyes and chops
White and black
Some even say I have zebras
But anyway, baby, respect the game
With five fingers on my right hand
I’ve never been a loser

"5 AM"

Boy, I’m already out of time
Now, fucking order those bottles
There are now girls
Two glasses of wine and you’re in trouble
Even though it’s just now
Enough living off drugs
One way or another, set up your shop.
Or what do you think?
That there were storefronts in Cambodia?
I don’t want to chat, stranger
"Texas Ranger"
He says he’s old school.
Doesn’t even know how to handle it.