5pm: Flame

Daydreams about lightin up with a stack of flamin' Benjamins All we got black silk suits 'cause you know we're nothing but heathens All black tints hide our eyes 'cause you know out city's lit F*ck the wave, give us the loot, movin' quick like midnight bandits Gonna drink till the sun come up Don't really care what in my cup Don't know your name, but it's all the same Only alive for the flame Chrome to my dome, pull the trigga Wake up resurrected as the coldest killa West coast thrilla Ain't no one reala All these boys tryina get nasty But Stacy's mom gettin' at me Patron pourin' in ma system Goin' savage I ain't listenin' Gonna drink till the sun come up Don't really care what in my cup Don't know your name, but it's all the same Only alive for the flame Cups in the air, we don't really care Cups in the air, heathens everywhere Cups in the air, we don't really care Cups in the air, we're heathens everywhere Gonna drink till the sun come up Don't really care what in my cup Don't know your name, but it's all the same Only alive for the flame