5:35 Logic

[Intro]
It’s 5:35 in the morning
Yeah, Psychological

[Verse 1]
When I rehearse a verse I guaranteed you see the image
First off the scrimmage go along while these fuckers timid
The comfort zone where you on but I rap out of limits
Can’t even talk to these fake rappers like I’m out of minutes
When I record a track various things is on my mind
Cause I spit elegant relevant so you don’t rewind
Cause I spit elegant relevant so you don’t rewind
And listen to my shit at least a hundred thousand times
Magnificent isn’t it every time I drop a line
Get better as I age like a case of red wine
I spit divine step on stage so I can truly shine
That’s where you hip-hop cult freaks suck up all my line
I’m in my basement as I’m writing this shit
So technically this is as underground as it’s going to get
But enough of that, I’m shooting sky high
Allow me to quote myself "why would I lie?"
I said I'm ready, I'm willing, now homie let's ride

[Chorus]
Just let me do, let me do what I do
Just let me do, let me do what I do, homie
Just let me do, let me do what I do
Just let me do, let me do what I do, say can you feel me homie?