Some days, I feel like I let myself down
I love my life, gonna run it in the ground
Can't sleep for days, got your name in my brain
Can't sleep for days, gotta stay up, stay up forever
I'm writing this at 5:3666 in the morning
Wide awake still, not even yawning
Not even sure why I'm up at dawn
Like I'm celebrating when my agent told me that no one's calling
It's a ounce in my living room on the couch
Next to a couple homies, I smoked it and passed out
So I'm alone with my thoughts in this glass house
In the cabinet, little glass vials, I just poured all the last out
I smelled her, now she's on my mind
I met her the first time my light turned lime
Hate it when she's gone, but she ain't hard to find
Left her on my desk, she made designs of little lines
It's 5:3666
It's 5:3666
yawning
writing
write
whole
vials
turned
thoughts
thank
sucks
still
staring
spirits
somebody
smoked
smoke
evening
demons
couch
changed
awake
house
uncle
clearance
passed
ceilings
first
everybody
homies
agent
alone
ground
light
designs
around
appearance
cameras
paris
celebrating
serious
brain
bleached
cabinet
forever
spent
calling
glass
these
gotta
smelled
myself
family
little
living
locked
share
couple
lines
gonna
sleep
talking
lyrics
ounce
mirrors
morning
pictures
poured
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