Sick love song This could be your We are miserable You are driving me insane This could be your sign that things are going wrong Wake me up in the morning glory Hanging straight your lies and stories How do you mark your territory? When your trash

Since I met you Baby I'm happy as a man can be Well since I met you Baby You made a new man out of me I used to wake up in the morning with an aching head I couldn't remember anything I'd said My friends told me I was gun outta line If it wasn't for you

I got murder on my mind AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let 'em do it I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind) I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind Bitch I got

Shit I gotta go and get a bag Gotta go and get a bag Wake up in the morning I gotta go and get a bag Momma need it real bad I gotta go and get a bag (bag, bag) Twenties, fifties, hundreds Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat She's a movie, but means nothing to me

And there ain't no way Forever and for always We will be together all of our days Want to wake up every I'm lettin' you go now I'll never see that day Cause I'm keeping you Morning to your sweet face, always And there ain't no how

Ballin' like I'm Jordan cause I'm blessed up Wake up every morning feelin' blessed up Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I'm blessed up I'mma do the most cause I'm blessed up And niggas want me gone but I'm still alive I got God watchin' over me from

Could i find a girl like you Never in my life For the first time in my life I finally found someone like you Never in my life When i wake up in the morning You make me feel so good Bringing me the cider whisky Feel a bit lonely too

Good morning Get on down Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Every time that we hear them Get, get on down Uh, good morning Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake