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

Fuck Donald Trump Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump Yeah, fuck Donald Trump Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump, yeah Just when I thought it wouldn't get no sicker I woke up one morning and heard this red ass mothafucka talkin' out

Yeah-yeah-eah-eah For real though, it's so wild now This crazy yeah Woke up in the hills this morning Asking myself, how did I get here this morning? Vante Parker in that teal and orange And Russell in that gold and purple Youngest from the Ville,

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

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'

Tell 'em that I need more Tell 'em that we need more It's never, never been too late I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it Right now, right now, right now I know it's been a long, long It's been a long, long time A long time, I know it's

Woke up this morning, was a chill in the air Went into the kitchen, your cigarettes were lying there Your jacket hung on the chair where you left it last night Everything was in place, everything was all right But you were missing Last night I dreamed

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride

I woke up-a this mo'nin' I'm 'on buy me a airplane I do no hollerin' Baby, what in this world, I'm gon' do Good Morning School Girl 3:03 Trk 16 (John Lee Williamson) Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) John Lee - vocal & harmonica With Joe Williams and

I heard the piledriver waltz It woke me up this morning You look like you've been for breakfast At the Heartbreak Hotel And sat in the back booth By the pamphlets and the literature On how to lose Your waitress was miserable And so was your food