[Verse 1]
Making puns like I've got something to prove
Write a song like I think I'm gonna move you
I'm about to lose it, I'm about to lose it
And it's about to lose me too

Cruise control, set to mold me, try 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
Not still, can't lay still

[Chorus]
Guess I'm gonna have to smoke you out
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Hot eyes, cold stare
Long neck, short hair
I'm about to lose her, I'm about to lose her
And she's about to lose me too

[Chorus]
Guess I'm gonna have to smoke you out
(x2)