Substance

Put your call out of service, it’s five in the mornin'
Getting high on my substance, we’ve tried it before
How you feel about glass on my fingertips
Blood on my sheets, and ass in my fellowship?
Plenty of follows with a job on the side
Good girl but you swallow, not only your pride
If you care what I think then you don’t wanna think 'bout us
Put a gram on my sink so I don’t have to think 'bout it
Put your call out of service, it’s five in the mornin'
Getting high on my substance, we’ve tried it before
Sit back, feel sad on my address
Pitch black, not mad when I’m absent
Five in the mornin', we’ve tried it before
24, ey, delirious
Eat it out in a way that I know you could only dream of
Then I’ma call it, get lost
Got ice all over my conscious
But you love my problems
So you go down like every other model
If you care what I think then you don’t wanna think 'bout us
Put a gram on my sink so I don’t have to think 'bout it
Put your call out of service, it’s five in the mornin'
Getting high on my substance, we’ve tried it before
Sit back, feel sad on my address
Pitch black, not mad when I’m absent
Five in the mornin', we’ve tried it before