Do you think I bow out cause I think you're right? Or cause I don't want to fight? We wake up different, rifle through our dreams another placid day, ripples at the seams So tangle-minded then so becalmed it's all so Subway-grim and then it's gone Or

I'm in a trance Hey baby tell me can't you hear me calling I want to try to stop this life I take too much in the Saturday night I wake up in the morning And the sun begins to shine The day did sneak up on the night I see your face and I see myself

Oh oh oh oh oh I won't let go now that I've found you Now that I've found you (found you, found you, found you) We come one tonight I've been waiting for your wake up call Growing stronger now I can hear it in a thunderstorm We sing, oh oh oh oh oh I

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

She told me do her body right, I did She said she want me spend the night, I did, I did She want me hit it when she wake up, I did, did Yeah her body be calling, I be on that mission She like the position, waking the neighbors Got 31 flavors, I'm doing

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

See the photograph on an empty wall Pictures of a life I can't call my own I need a love that won't do me wrong Waiting for the sound of a false alarm The pictures all that I know See the photograph Are the pictures real? Wake me up from the long way

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

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

Under the stars I'm awaken To the sound of a firebird Under the sky I'm half-naked, oh, oh We started at the cinema Tear of dancing, hands in the wind Rizlas, rolling up a cigarette The boys are calling shotgun again Hot, bloody like a harlequin I hear