Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.03.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Smoke |
| Take off your blind fold |
| Tell me what you see |
| Interchanging doors |
| Not a corridor or screen |
| Your naked eye |
| Trapped inside a dream |
| Unveil your disguise |
| Because nothing’s what it seems |
| You can tell me what you want |
| You can tell me what you need |
| But love is in the smoke |
| And we can’t even breathe |
| And I can not see you |
| And You can not see me |
| But love is in the smoke |
| And we can’t even breathe |
| You take everything you want, you take what you need |
| And me shattered into pieces is what you leave |
| It don’t matter what they see, no it just can’t be |
| Now our love is in the smoke, and I just can’t breathe |
| You got me gaspin' |
| I know when it will happen |
| Zappin' all my energy, its sexual harassment |
| You see I’ll never be the same, now that we got close |
| Now my passion is for pain and I breathe hot smoke |
| Your love is like a drug, I wanna taste it |
| So slip it in my blood, I’m gonna take it |
| Addicted to your buzz, I’m wishin' that you was mine |
| Sittin in your sunshine so amazin' |
| I’m baskin' in the light |
| Light castin' through the haze |
| Maybe we were meant to be |
| Maybe not, who could say |
| Now I look for you again |
| But I still can’t see |
| Cuz our love is in the smoke |
| Baby we can’t breathe |
| I smell the smoke in the room |
| The room is’a buzzin' |
| She told me that the roof was on fire |
| I knew it wasn’t |
| Now the spot is heatin' up |
| Gettin' hotter under the collar |
| Let this motherfucker burn, shit |
| We don’t need any water |
| We can teeter and totter |
| But you don’t need to be coddled |
| I’m headed down this road alone |
| I don’t want you to follow |
| I’m sittin' in the sun alone |
| Posted up in strangeland |
| Sippin' KC teas, bumpin' Kelvin rock and Raybans |
| Bitches think it’s all about the pussy and a spray tan |
| To each it’s own, if that completes your cypher, fuck it amen |
| It’s hot as hell out here |
| Maybe degrees over |
| She feels like she got burns |
| Maybe she needs closure |
| It feels like the pilot light is out in this bitch |
| I’m still in the kitchen, like really this is as hot as it gets? |
| I’m starin' through the smoke, tryin' to catch a last vision of her |
| The smoke’s rollin' upward while the flame’s bein' smothered |