Slappin' a nigga today I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick

Well, it gettin' Late on into the evenin' and I feel like, like blowin' my home When I woke up this mornin' all I had, I had was gone Late on into the evenin', child, I feel like, like blowin' my home Well now, woke up this mornin', all I had was gone

Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

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

Party people say, party people say Ay it's a new day, it's a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me When I was feeling like Miller Lite and

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,

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