14 lyrics for "She's the smoke"
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
PlayShe's all I see between the Devil and me The gates of Hell swing open wide Inviting me to step inside I'll be your friend Because again I know it's him The flames are spreading everywhere Through the smoke I see you there This world can take you by the
PlayOn 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
PlayI'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
PlayAny 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
PlayI 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
PlayShe don't get the blues, she gives 'em Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights And she don't like those hurtin' songs Cause she's already lived 'em She checks her broken heart there at the
PlayRoll 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,
PlayGotta 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
PlayMy 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
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