Testo Smoke

Wait for me
The smoke is thick, my eyes are getting sore and watery
Can't see
If anything's the opposite of how it's supposed to be

Got a twenty I could lose
I could spend it all on you
Weed or cigarettes, you choose Think of something else to do

Wait a minute
The water's getting deep, up to my neck, I'm drowning in it
Can't see
If the sun is up or down, or gone, or anywhere around

Got a twenty I could lose
I could spend it all on you
Weed or cigarettes, you choose
Think of something else to do

With all the time I never use
Never nothing but confused
Street lights waking up on cue Here to guide us safely through