Lost one to money, one to fame - blind ambition

You're looking down on me on your way up
Keep your eyes on the road girl you might press your luck
You're shooting me looks now as if we compete
You're flying way high gonna be hard landing on your feet

If that was me I would tread carefully

Lord Jesus, it's a fire
I let it burn
Let it get real hot now
So you know it's my turn
Lord Jesus, it's a fire
No we ain't cool
All of that smoke they blow
Oh oh it got you

You don't know me anymore now that you've got some press
Your new friends they follow you for the way you dress
Sometimes I get lonely but boy I got pride
You won't catch no substitutes on my side

Yea, if that was me I would tread carefully

Lord Jesus, it's a fire
I let it burn
Let it get real hot now
So you know it's my turn
Lord Jesus, it's a fire
No we ain't cool
All of that smoke they blow
Oh oh it got you

Lost one to money, one to fame - blind ambition