It just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth

I'm just blowin' smoke Yeah we're just blowin' We all say that we'll Quit someday When our nerves ain't shot Between the lunch and dinner rush Kelly caught that outbound bus for Vegas

As we go on (We go on) Like we do (Like we do) When it's hot outside (Hot outside) I wanna just chill with you (Chill with you) What you need? (What you need?) Put ya mind at ease (Mind at ease) Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do Let's smoke and ride Baby, if you

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

Smoke it out Don't let em get me Here we go! Pack your bags we gotta leave this town for good Don't complain, I've never done these things before Flashing lights in the rearview, hit the gas If one things for sure- I will be going fast! Step on the gas

Guitar gangsters and Cadillac blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker There's a Cadillac out in the dark There's a guitar gangster lighting a smoke And he feels the night, and he feels the fire Driving into the

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree

Let you go! You were there for me And I was there for you Holding out hope for you No-oh, never let you go! You will always be the one that I regret How will I let you go? You end up alone after all that you've done All that you've paid for

So stop, drop and roll one We're on fire, I think Takes one to grow one Burned out like the prom queen We're right on the brink We're one of a kind It’s all mirrors and smoke rings We’re one of a kind We're all mirrors and smoke rings

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the