Текст песни 5:30 in Vegas - Cosey

Thought less of myself when I was doing it all
Put my, feelings in boxes and shipping it off
I'm skipping the ball
Pissed off cuz I'm sick of the stall
Got, no reception still give it a call
Touchdown in Vegas i was sick of the smog
Now we, dining for 40 and we tear up the mall
I was classy walking through the spot they smelling the sauce
Hotel pool the feeling was lost
Damn

In the city nights
The City of sin was full it.
Over the grind I pop shovit
Over the game well most of it
Only Like a few that can stick with me
But don't look over your shoulder the boy running

The boy humming Like Kid Cudi
The drift was a miss
Gymkhana cuz my windows is tint

At my lowest when I was doing it all
Sugarcoat the ground I'm tripping it's soft
Never learn a thing
My girly say I don't make the time
Wish I could make it twice
Build a business make it for the rest of my life
I get better with it
My mind changing...

Realized you can't live life painless
Get to the point
Make it happen when you do it's a win
Your dream ain't as far as you think
I'm splitting my ends
Give to the fam

Cuz my nephew play the drums now
Just like his uncle life a circle and it's coming around
Defund the cops and fund the teachers, fund the students, fund the local leaders
The pork ain't good for us it left us bleeding