Smoked Out

I come to you for guidance I come to you for help You just see a bright idea To benefit yourself You know that there's no risk Nothing you should dread On to your deception This view of wool delights my head Finally I realize what you're all about Time to pull out all the stops Don't make me spell it on All I know is what I'd do If I was in your shoes Nothing close to what you've done Nothing close to what you do Tell me that I'm failing Hold me under thumb Pay off my emotions made Blind deaf dumb