Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Three a clock in the morning, double vision with my homies
Four a clock, feeling funny, got no car and we got no money
Five a clock, body, sunset, reggae, forty, so we can?t see
Six a clock, came to dentist, asked if he?s got anything
Eight a clock, feeling shitty, coming down the cheap PCP
Nine a clock, drunk and driving, on my way to Conquer City
Ten a clock, stuck in traffic, taking vomit in the back seat
Twelve a clock, caring less if all my way is all way down