On the floor I don't wanna love him anymore He's nothing like the man I loved before Ashes and smoke they can't compete Not even hell can take the heat And I be sliding off of my seat For his flame His love is like fire on the floor It's got me running

I've got a red hot heart Only smoke and ashes baby I say there's fire down below If the talk is true yours is the same We should be together And let our passions fan love's flame, oh yeah And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins You say it's

I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning Oh let me feel what you are Flashes on match heads Splashes of ashes Embers arising Smoke fills the skies in Wind blows in then crashes Waves over the ashes

I think I'm in love Think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile She doesn't know what happens when she's around I really think I better get a hold

But sometimes I need a stiff drink Sipping from a high, full glass Let the world fade away But sometimes I need a long drag Yeah, I know it might sound bad She's a small-town, hard-working woman just trying to make a living Working three jobs, feeding

My truth will be my own You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear I tell you, that's the problem What it's done to you, the way you live your life This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their

Any minute the 5 o'clock crowd will be coming Taps'll be flowing with beer The cigarette smoke is soon to be risin' And at 5:30 Clancy gets here She knows all their faces, she's practically And that why they're loyal and true They'll pay their tabs, and

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled

Three times for the Holy Ghost (Oh hell yes) Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son I'm a nervous wreck The drugs just make me reset (Three times) Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope of pointlessness