Baby, this ain't me I got up this morning And I put on my shoes I tied my shoes Then I washed my face I went to the mirror For to comb my head I made a move Didn't know what to do

Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me Since my baby's been gone I felt so bad, my baby's gone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yeah, baby, I'm all alone I ain't no lovin'

I've got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead I say, I've got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead To pick up me a tombstone, and be pronounced dead When I read your letter this morning baby, that was in your place in

Where do I go now? Got up this morning Cause I don't think I can go myself Tell my family For a hundred miles A thousand more I'll go I wonder a hundred miles Got a thousand more to go I can't quit my walking

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

'Cause this morning I smoked them stems This morning I smoked them stems Yeah, that's the kinda shape I'm in I'm in a bad, bad way again My dealer, he's been out of town And that's really got me down I hope he ain't up in the pen again My baby, she done

If I don't go crazy, honey, I'm going to lose my mind Well got up this morning, feeling 'round for my shoes Know about that, I got the walkin' blues I said I got up this morning, I was feeling 'round for my shoes I said you know about that now, I got the

Sing it to me 'til the morning sun comes up Love the sound of your love, turn it up, turn it up Hitting repeat, girl, I got you stuck in my head Should get out of this bed, but instead Go ahead, sing it to me Sing it to me, girl (all night) Sing it to

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of