Smoke You Out

Making puns like I got something to prove
Write a song like I think I'm gonna move you

I'm about to lose you
I'm about to lose it
And it's about to lose me too
Oh it's about to lose me too

Cruise control, set to mould me
Tried to show me
That i can change my own speed
I don't have control
I don't have your hold
But I hold on still, I'm not still
Can't lay still

Guess I'm gonna have to smoke you out
Guess I'm gonna have to smoke you out

Hot eyes, cold stare
Long neck, short hair
I'm about to lose it
I'm about to lose it
And she's about to lose me too

Guess I'm gonna have to smoke you out
(Just take me back to yours, that will be fine)
Guess I'm gonna have to smoke you out



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Theodore Crowley
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