I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got

But who could've known it'd be this good? This is more than life This is paradise Woke up at home off that molly Bad bitch red bone on my body Smelling like Patron in mi casa That was one hell of a party Oh I knew life would be alright Oh and they tell me

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,

Of looking a you with that sleepy little smile on your face Girl you got a way With a touch you can get to me This mornin' is like a dream Baby the only thing better than all night long with you is That we woke up like this This view can't get enough

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

No one stays the same (oh, oh) You know what goes up must come down (oh, oh) Change is a thing you can count on (oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (oh, oh) Feels like I just woke up Like all this time I've been asleep Even though it's not who I am I'm

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk Woke up to niggas talking like me I'mma rockstar I woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk Woke up to

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

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

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