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5AM/BORING Video (MV)




Performed By: Khao
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Samuel Brown




Khao - 5AM/BORING Lyrics




You can't tell me i'm boring,
Two woman, one calling one snoring
I ain't bouncing no cheque, but i'm coming correct cause i know that you pussies are boring

Stop thinking your knowin' my story
I grew up poorly, now i ghost anybody tryna call me
You in the traps? you rappers are boring
I need the stacks, bro ill do it for me

Now i better my skill just to up the cut
I ain't slanging no key but piano bruh
Only O that i'm after? banker fund$
Need that doubled and tripled before i come

Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll feel the roots
Ain't nobody can touch me around the booth
Wear a button up, formally rock your tooth and wonder why you keep talking like God is rude

Yeah shout to Kers'
I need a house on my wrist and that's 1st
Coming close second is my mental weapon cause you got no drive and i got ghetto thirst
Still got some fakes in my life and i'm tryna take flight, i can hear them still twisting my words
And man it's the worst. but f*ck em i'm 1st, and second, 3rd, don't want me to burst?

Stay outta my lane
I chase her with pain, According to her, my Integrity's aimed, Aiming at the that sun, i'm leaving the orbit and cause none of you real and i'm tryna get paid

I spit out a rhythm, you gotta consider
I just want the bars, but your thinking jail
I stepped outta line to put me in my prime, and nobody can put me back in that hell

Your smoke is stale, don't try summon
Me and Rolls Royce got somethin' in common,
We both spit fire, for fun, like nothing and you can't drain me when your gutless in gutters
I got boys that'll ride like runners
Coming from wangas and down to dunners
And now i'm hunting heads with no wonders and i'll battle with any cunt with the numbers cause you can't

Tell me i'm boring,
Two woman, one calling one snoring
I ain't bouncing no cheque, but im coming correct cause i know that you pussies are boring

Stop thinking your knowin my story
I grew up poorly, now i ghost anybody tryna call me
You in the traps? you rappers are boring
I need the stacks, yeah ill do it for me

Now i better my skill just to up the cut
I ain't slanging no key but piano bruh
Only O that i'm after? banker fund$
Need that doubled and tripled before i come

Walk a mile in my shoes you will feel the roots
Ain't nobody can touch me around the booth
Wear a button up, formally rock your tooth and wonder why you keep talking like God is rude

If life is lessons, im quite the scholar
Not bout a bitch i'm only bout a dollar
Don't you dog me, then try and holler
I'll throw my hands and rip you from the collar

Cause i'm on this proper, searched more then copper, getting hot and hotter, shooting flames, O'Connor
What the f*ck you think? im gonna fall all off it?
Couldn't find yourself if your a 10ml socket

Keep your ratchet lost, i'm bout to go insane
Now you've lost your screws and your nuts again
Your families f*cked but i ain't got your name and i'm reppin Brown until i'm in a grave, aye

And f*ck this road i've paved
If your in my way, you straight turn decay
Yeah im dead inside. but your f*cked today and i'll stack the car so your stacked away

I know teenage Sam would've died for light
But then he got shut down like sorority fights

But now maturing Sam straight kills the mic
And you can't tell me shit less you own ur rights

I want banks, get bucked, you don't know bout me
I got 50 cents, so ill kill for Gs
And i'll take 9 shots, so you finally see
I just come back stronger like Kanye g
You can't

Tell me i'm boring,
Two woman, one calling one snoring
I ain't bouncing no cheque, but i'm coming correct cause i know that you pussies are boring

Stop thinking your knowin my story
I grew up poorly, now i ghost anybody tryna call me
You in the traps? you rappers are boring
I need the stacks, yeah ill do it for me

Now i better my skill just to up the cut
I ain't slanging no key but piano bruh
Only O that i'm after? banker funds.
Need that doubled and tripled before i come

Walk a mile in my shoes you will feel the roots
Ain't nobody can touch me around the booth
Wear a button up, formally rock your tooth
And wonder why you keep talking like God is rude...

..when it's you
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You can't tell me i'm boring,
Two woman, one calling one snoring
I ain't bouncing no cheque, but i'm coming correct cause i know that you pussies are boring

Stop thinking your knowin' my story
I grew up poorly, now i ghost anybody tryna call me
You in the traps? you rappers are boring
I need the stacks, bro ill do it for me

Now i better my skill just to up the cut
I ain't slanging no key but piano bruh
Only O that i'm after? banker fund$
Need that doubled and tripled before i come

Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll feel the roots
Ain't nobody can touch me around the booth
Wear a button up, formally rock your tooth and wonder why you keep talking like God is rude

Yeah shout to Kers'
I need a house on my wrist and that's 1st
Coming close second is my mental weapon cause you got no drive and i got ghetto thirst
Still got some fakes in my life and i'm tryna take flight, i can hear them still twisting my words
And man it's the worst. but f*ck em i'm 1st, and second, 3rd, don't want me to burst?

Stay outta my lane
I chase her with pain, According to her, my Integrity's aimed, Aiming at the that sun, i'm leaving the orbit and cause none of you real and i'm tryna get paid

I spit out a rhythm, you gotta consider
I just want the bars, but your thinking jail
I stepped outta line to put me in my prime, and nobody can put me back in that hell

Your smoke is stale, don't try summon
Me and Rolls Royce got somethin' in common,
We both spit fire, for fun, like nothing and you can't drain me when your gutless in gutters
I got boys that'll ride like runners
Coming from wangas and down to dunners
And now i'm hunting heads with no wonders and i'll battle with any cunt with the numbers cause you can't

Tell me i'm boring,
Two woman, one calling one snoring
I ain't bouncing no cheque, but im coming correct cause i know that you pussies are boring

Stop thinking your knowin my story
I grew up poorly, now i ghost anybody tryna call me
You in the traps? you rappers are boring
I need the stacks, yeah ill do it for me

Now i better my skill just to up the cut
I ain't slanging no key but piano bruh
Only O that i'm after? banker fund$
Need that doubled and tripled before i come

Walk a mile in my shoes you will feel the roots
Ain't nobody can touch me around the booth
Wear a button up, formally rock your tooth and wonder why you keep talking like God is rude

If life is lessons, im quite the scholar
Not bout a bitch i'm only bout a dollar
Don't you dog me, then try and holler
I'll throw my hands and rip you from the collar

Cause i'm on this proper, searched more then copper, getting hot and hotter, shooting flames, O'Connor
What the f*ck you think? im gonna fall all off it?
Couldn't find yourself if your a 10ml socket

Keep your ratchet lost, i'm bout to go insane
Now you've lost your screws and your nuts again
Your families f*cked but i ain't got your name and i'm reppin Brown until i'm in a grave, aye

And f*ck this road i've paved
If your in my way, you straight turn decay
Yeah im dead inside. but your f*cked today and i'll stack the car so your stacked away

I know teenage Sam would've died for light
But then he got shut down like sorority fights

But now maturing Sam straight kills the mic
And you can't tell me shit less you own ur rights

I want banks, get bucked, you don't know bout me
I got 50 cents, so ill kill for Gs
And i'll take 9 shots, so you finally see
I just come back stronger like Kanye g
You can't

Tell me i'm boring,
Two woman, one calling one snoring
I ain't bouncing no cheque, but i'm coming correct cause i know that you pussies are boring

Stop thinking your knowin my story
I grew up poorly, now i ghost anybody tryna call me
You in the traps? you rappers are boring
I need the stacks, yeah ill do it for me

Now i better my skill just to up the cut
I ain't slanging no key but piano bruh
Only O that i'm after? banker funds.
Need that doubled and tripled before i come

Walk a mile in my shoes you will feel the roots
Ain't nobody can touch me around the booth
Wear a button up, formally rock your tooth
And wonder why you keep talking like God is rude...

..when it's you
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Writer: Samuel Brown
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