Smokescreen

(Erika Poling)

It's a smoke show.

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[ Verse 1 ]
Two cars for days and nights
Both I bought, girl on top 
Riding lights, I say don’t stop 
I won’t stop ‘til I get what I want 

I’m not stopping, following stars 
I’m flying to Mars, I won’t stop 
Stereo up, plays a bass rocking 
Beats dropping, racing the clock

And I’m driving, no headlights
Crashing into the stars
It’s a race to Mars

[ Pre-chorus ]
Raw passion and gasoline with wings
Rising above traffic in 
Leather high boots and gloves 
Thigh high, fly high 

[ Chorus ]
Bad weather fashion
If you’re in the passenger seat 
You’re going to feel somethin’
I’m not dreaming, this is not a dream 
Motion sickness sets in quick 
Be sure to take your dramamine 

I’m not the most cautious
Fast love so nauseous, so damn impulsive 
Mask everything again in a smokescreen    
Baby, in a smokescreen of 
Raw passion and gasoline wings 
Rising above traffic in 
Leather high boots and gloves 
Masking, maybe crashing before
We make it to Mars, two cars
Red corvette, black porsche 
And a dark brunette taking charge 

Eyes not on a road, but on a roadless path of stars 
Two words of thought
Don’t stop
Don’t stop 

Won’t stop, and leave a smokescreen
Baby, I’ll leave a smokescreen 
Won’t stop, and leave a smokescreen
Baby, I’ll leave a smokescreen 

Raw passion and gasoline with wings
Rising above traffic in 
Leather high boots and gloves 
Thigh high, fly high 

Bad weather fashion
If you’re in the passenger seat 
You’re going to feel somethin’
I’m not dreaming, this is not a dream 
Motion sickness sets in quick 
Be sure to take your dramamine 

I’m not the most cautious
Fast love so nauseous, so damn impulsive 
Mask everything again in a smokescreen    
Baby, in a smokescreen of 
Raw passion and gasoline wings 
Rising above traffic in 
Leather high boots and gloves 
Masking, maybe crashing before
We make it to Mars, two cars
Red corvette, black porsche 
And a dark brunette taking charge 

Eyes not on a road, but a roadless path of stars 
Two words of thought
Don’t stop
Don’t stop 

Won't stop, leave a smokescreen
Baby, a smokescreen
You gotta see through 
'Cause baby, I leave a smokescreen 

When I blaze through 
© Erika Poling 2020