Well I got 5.45 and it’s 5:45
Gotta get a Whopper and 40 and ride
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me, right Working at the Michael’s
Got the first shift cracking packs
Got my knife and my gun
So, just step it back
Only girlie near my age is a little odd
No, that’s mean, I should say she just into God So, tonight there’s a party at this girl’s house
I think we’re cool cos with stamps I always help her out
She is fine but her friends are kind of this and thatness
But with me I better help her find her inner Katniss So I dance with my manager Vance
Asking if I could just get a friendly payment advance
He blows me off
So I scoff
Throw my smock
Check the clock
Take it off
Check my wad
Feeling soft, all I got is.. 5.45 and it’s 5:45
Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride
Well I got 5.45 and it’s 5:45
Gotta get a Whopper and 40 and ride
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me, right We got the cheap wine
The equine
The real fine
And the drink line
The ursine
The bovines
The supine
And the piss line I see Stamps with an idiot champ
I’m waved over like red rover to the lady and tramp
We are introduced, he’s a dick like beetlejuice
I pop my stick
But she winks and it’s sick
So I chill just in the knick Yeah, you know I retract my Logans
I ease up and slay with slogans
I joke hard and I pose like Hogan
Then I grin and I take my moment I’m clearing zones like I’m Indy Jones
Out from the Tomb of bad perfume
It’s time to bring it back home I got me 5.45 and it’s 5:45
Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride
Well I’ve got 5.45 and it’s 5:45
Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me
Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me, right Was that Queeblo?