Fivethirty In Tennessee Lyrics

It's 5:30 in Tennessee and I'm out sweatin'

It's got nothing to do with me, I'm down stressin'

Nobody listenin' fucks the point of my mouth stretchin'

To make words on my mind, busy in the clouds restin'

Got a picture, a line, no clue how I'ma sketch it

It's kinda thinkin' gon' get a nigga grindin' real reckless

(Life is contested), and I feel like I'm behind

And my mind stuck in the past wherever I left it

It's whatever, maybe I just gotta build my speed

Mama say stay in your lane, one day you'll be the lead

Told her at the top, I have no room to even fuckin' breathe

But I'ma make it, give a fuck what it's costin' me

AR-15s round a nigga know Austin Reeves

PC workin' with me so they finna boss with me

And if you ain't part of the club, don't try to talk to me

Cause we too tired of just dealin' with the fools,

Wannabe construction worker always trynna

Always tryin' to keep a tool

I know a nigga aimin' for the stars, but he jumpin' for the moon

I know a nigga lockin' for the bitches, Jordan Poole

I know you got so many problems you be pourin' through

And I know you're feelin' high, but dawg you still soarin'

Got my mind twisted, ain't even goin' dry

I've always end up on no fuckin' back roads

Can't even chill inside my house, I got so many back doors

My biggest fear is one open

The first thing is the gun showin' and the hand holdin'

The test for the one man that I left open

And he crept slowly

I apologize if I wronged you, I didn't have my mind right

Or maybe right places, we just didn't get the time right

I'm sorry, not sorry, if I left you in my hindsight

I gotta have my grind right

Mind animosity, can't dig into my limelight

I gotta shine bright

Gotta go and get my wife, that ain't nothing she can brag about

I need me one for life, this ain't no Usos taggin' out

If you see I'm not tryin' to talk, please don't try to drag it out

Type of shit that have a yawn, niggas passin' out

The world did you wrong, but I hope you doin' well

For me to cope, I tell a story, only music tell

So many girls around me said, I hope I'm choosin' well

And if you did me wrong, bitches know your coochie smell

But I'm shinin' like the blinds open

And on that last day, that my eyes closin'

I can look around and die knowin' that I'm chosen