[Part I: 265]
[Intro: Swsh]
Baby, yeah
Woah, baby, who pick up when you call?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: DrXVegitoZ]
5:30, the car missin'
No text backs or call misses, I feel like we all victims
Nights be gettin' long
Drunk textin', I should not do Patrón
[Verse 1: DrXVegitoZ]
I hop on the phone, turn the music up, got in my zone
Drunk textin', I should probably sue Patrón
Had to do wrong order to do you right
You gotta go through it order to give advice
It's the price of the litty nights, I know the liquor hittin'
Why when somebody break your heart, it help fix your vision?
If you fall in love with a demon or a diva
Pray your soulmate got a soul when you meet her
The crystal ball couldn't tell me if they'll leave again
Problems too extra large to share with a medium
We fight not for flesh and blood on this level
And devil's advocate is advocatin' for the devil
And love is all drainin' and, stop, it's all fadin'
We used to be secretive but now it's all blatant
It's all just lost, ain't it? Watchin' it all cave in
We the topic of conversation
[Chorus: DrXVegitoZ]
5:30, the car missin'
No textin', just call missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'
[Verse 2: DrXVegitoZ]
It's game time, matter fact, it's Pack time
The past year been a strange time
Visitations on FaceTime
And who gon' break who's heart first? Always just breaks mine
Looking for blessings that God'll hand me
I'm tryna just raise the family, somebody should raise the nanny
I'm tryna leave you alone
But that last text was courtesy of Patrón
[Chorus: DrXVegitoZ]
5:30, the car missin'
Emotions is all distant
No texts, just calls missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'
[Part II: Hellish Winter]
[Intro: Alvin The Chipmunk]
Barely holdin' on
Barely holdin' on, oh
Barely holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on
[Chorus: DrXVegitoZ]
5:30, the car missin'
Is this what you call distance?
Throwing stones in a glass prison
Cussed me out in our last visit
[Verse: DrXVegitoZ]
Mad dizzy, we're drunk, past limit
You trippin' in public, that's bad business
We crash out, but you call it impassionate
You want the whole thing, but you scream when I'm half in it
We too much for us, everybody except for us
I don't know what's left of us, why the devil keep testin' us?
Tryna write what's left of us, tryna write what's left of us
At least the wire connecting us, I agree with the Reddit subs
Everything they read it was, everything they said it was
Number one you bet it was, better not forget it was
Either way we get it done
You know it was, you know it is, you know the kid
You know we did, they be showin' this
10 out of 10, there's a high chance
She will go with it, she will fuck with it
Slip n' slide, wanna go again, I'mma break her walls, we be goin' in
Pump pump, yeah, the old man got her folding up
Got her screaming, "I can't take it, I can't take it"
You a fake bitch
You don't really love Pack, go listen to Zoeitch, bitch
You ain't really dedicated, like it take, bitch
Go listen to Gablee, go listen to Xuridsven, bitch
First off, you don't think about your future, bitch
Your fault, what you thought that we was new to this?
Hella miles on it, what I'm supposed to do with this
(Hella miles on it, what I'm supposed to do with this)
You don't turn no rappers down, you always say, "Yes"
You don't really love Pack, go listen to Zoeitch, bitch
You don't love JK, listen to Onion, bitch
Listen to Gablee, listen to Xuridsven, bitch
I hope your future baby daddy is a fugitive
Can't excuse me though, I won't never love these hoes
You don't love Pack, you love CrypticHate yo
(You don't love Pack, you love CrypticHate yo)
What he mad for?
You a fake bitch
Go listen to Jett, better yet, listen to Zoeitch, bitch
Listen to Gablee, go listen to Xuridsven, bitch
(Go listen to Gablee go listen to Xuridsven, bitch)
And I hope your baby daddy was a fugitive
And he leave your ass right there where you used to live
Don't go blamin' me, I don't got nothin' to do with this
[Outro: DrXVegitoZ]
These last words were Patrón
That last text was Patrón
I've been four drinks past drunk
I might not make it home
