Yeah, ohhh, woahhh ForeignGotEm Well it's 5:45 in the morning out in LA And I was out all night with the gang, there's blood on my face I ain't got none of my ice, don't tell me I lost all my chains Yeah, I can't remember shit, and my mind it go blank, no And I lost all of my chains, yeah I run on gin and lemonade, yeah Got a little freak out in Hollywood I only fuck her if the molly good And every night I reach for the stars But last night, guess I reached a little too far The memory of blind nights on the boulevard And cocaine on the dash of the rental car We can't slow down, I woke up with the taste of your lips On mine, the taste of your lips (it's 5:45) It's 5:45 in the morning out in LA And I was out all night with the gang, there's blood on my face I ain't got none of my ice, don't tell me I lost all my chains Yeah, I can't remember shit, and my mind it go blank, no