I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Well I know that he is made of smoke smoke But I've lost my way He knows

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

Take your time coming home. Hear the wheels as they roll. Let your lungs fill up with smoke. Forgive everyone. She is here and now she is gone We had plans, we can't help but make love. It's a beautiful thing when you love somebody, And I love somebody.

When the smoke smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

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 smoke in a tree

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

When the smoke smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

I know you had the time of your life I'll be countin' this shit all night Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty Yeah, uh-huh I smoked a

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the