Testo Up In Smoke Lene Nystrom
Did your high rent low life friends all leave
Cos even they know
Your living make believe
And if I was to cut off your supply
Would you curl up into a ball and die?
If you lost the number of your man in town
Would you start crying baby
When the sun went down
Could you handle the chills
Could you handle the sweat
Itâll cloud out your mind
Canât make me forget
Busy crazy
Iâm just lazy
When I let ya
Phase me
I donât get it cos
U donât understand
You just keep saying
âbaby Iâm your manâ
Busy
Too spacey
Stir-crazy
Donât need a man
All up in smoke
All up in smoke
Up in smoke
All up in smoke
You so hot on deliveries
But you never bring me
the thing that I need
You look a little green
Donât need your blues
Your the only thing I ever wanted to do
But as you lock yourself in your haze
You got too many ultraviolet rays
Your heads a mess
Your brains got slow
You say Iâll never leave
but Iâm the first to go
Can you ever let go
Baby Iâm the first to know
I know you like to take it real slow
This ainât no joke
your up in smoke so lets go