Mac Miller - 5 O'Clock (feat. Boaz)
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- Опубликовано: 29 сен 2024
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Sixth song on Mac Miller's Mix tape, The High Life, Featuring Boaz
Produced by: Big Jerm
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
A marathon grind like I'm running from rest
It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
Driving by the cops
Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
Everything a hustle when you tryin' come buy some guap
I'mma keep grindin' 'till I'm still shining like a diamond watch
Me and boo here bringing you the truth
With all night sessions we just living in the booth
Strong balls like we spitting out a hundred fifty proof
Take shots get loose 'till you spitting up yo' food (like ohh)
You see 'dat I'mma need a recap
Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat
I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back
Breathe rap been a been known to make the b-clip
Need cash so I'm tryin' to move some trees fast
Tell you where to meet at
Ask you where the cheese at
People 'round the city see the youngin' and respect the grind
Puttin' in th extra time
Guaranteed next to shine
[Chorus]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
A marathon grind like I'm running from rest
It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest
[Boaz]
Now I rise before the sun come up and get my day started
Pray to the most how I roll up my haze and spark it
And then my paper starts to roll in
Money in paper bags
Hammers with laser tags
We grown men
Out on the corner 'till the early morn'
The blood of a hustla gettin' mines before I was born
You get stormed by these tight ass bars
From being easy Mac
Crusin' in lax smokin' weed with no season at
There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (why?)
Except these labels anticipating and waiting on us
They get the BBS's radios play us
Then we blaze in the Benz's
And sit this off on BBS's
And from P.A to Texas
These niggas know about me
International hustla can't get no snow without me
Or get no dough without me
Niggas gettin' hardly stackin' on 'er
Early bird get the worm
I'm knockin' at the crack of dawn
[Chorus]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
A marathon grind like I'm running from rest
It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest
Any problems with the lyrics, please leave a comment or message me.
Thank you, Hope you enjoyed.
This song reminds of them cold early morning fall weather busting out graffiti tags on the streets 🔥 💯
Yea. ✊🏼
RIP
R.I.P Mac, one of the realest!
RIP.
Back to the days of skipping class to smoke and drink. Somehow I dont have a criminal record. Thanks Mac!
Damn broooo wtf rip this song helped me through so much 💯💯
The hook 🪝 🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯🐐🐐🐐
Long live Mac Miller!
sorry dude i made that comment when I was really high lol now i realize that would be weird btw i smoke newports brah
One of the greatest ever.
M4L - Mac for life
it's strong bars like we spitting out 150 proof. not balls.
Lmao
RIP MAC
One of my fav songs by him!
0:14 for a ko
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Yea.me…
Yea.
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why are u here?
No one like the video 😏🔥
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
A marathon grind like I'm runnin' from rest
It's (Five o'clock in the morning)
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death (Uh)
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress (Yeah)
But I'm goin' hard 'til there's nothin' left under my chest (Haha)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
The streets empty 'round five o'clock (Uh-huh)
Driving by the cops (Chyeah)
Low key microscopic to the eyes that watch (Uh-huh)
Everything a hustle when you trying come buy some guap
I'ma keep grinding 'till I'm shining like a diamond watch (Uh-huh)
Me and Bo-head bringin' you the truth (Truth)
With all night sessions we just living in the booth (Yep)
Strong bars like we spittin' out hundred-fifty proof
Take shots, get loose (Oh), 'til you spittin' up yo' food (Oh), like, "Oh"
You see that? I'ma need a recap
Grab a weed sack, chief that 'til my feet flat
I got this covered like a Pro Bowl D-back
Breathe rap and I been known to make the beat clap (Haha)
Need cash so I'm tryin' move some trees fast
Tell you where the meat at, ask you where the cheese at (Yo)
People 'round the city see the youngin and respect the grind (Oh)
Puttin' in the extra time (Oh), guaranteed next to shine
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[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
A marathon grind like I'm runnin' from rest
It's (Five o'clock in the morning)
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
But I'm goin' hard 'til there's nothin' left under my chest
[Verse 2: Boaz]
I rise before the sun come up and get my day started (Chyeah)
Pray to the most high, I roll up my haze and spark it
And then my paper starts to roll in
Money in paper bags, hammers with laser tags
We grown men
Out on the corner 'till the early morn'
The blood of a hustler getting mines before I was born
You get scorned by these hot-ass bars
From me and Easy Mac
Crusin' in the 'Lac smoking weed with no seeds in that (No seeds)
There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (Why?)
Except these labels anticipating and waiting on us
They get the BBS's, radios play us
Then we blaze in the Benz's
And sit this off on BBS's
And from P.A. to Texas
These niggas know about me
International hustler can't move no snow without me
Or get no dough without me
Niggas gettin' they stacking on
Early bird get the worm
I'm out here at the crack of dawn
MOTIVATIONAL MUSIK ON 5 AM...... Sorry 4 u Malcolm :( we miss u
Yes! Rest in love, Mac Miller ✊🏼
lol the like bar looks like a cigarette
What kind of cigarettes do you smoke..?
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