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