[Intro: Gripp] Everybody who's with me, one time Pull out your lighters and hold them to the sky Put them up now. Now. Now Said: "Put them up now. Now. Now." Now Everybody who's with me, one time Pull out your lighters and hold them to the sky Put them up now. Now. Now Said: "Put them up now. Now." [Verse 1: Gripp] The doctor cut the umbilical cord like sparking a fuse. The littlest ball Of flame burst to life to start to consume. Cells? She's k**ing them off But aren't we all? Momma took her home to the apartment To hold her little firebrand, with tired hands up, to her heart. She's guarded Regardless, she never imagined that when she named her "Ash" It'd be the first crack in a breaking gla**, disastrous angel crash She had flaming wings and so the fall made her Leave feather streaks singing the wallpaper. Now Momma's chasing her; she's flying around One-of-a-kind little inferno, and it tires her out Ash's fingers more like kindling now and pyres abound Leaving Momma with a fire to douse. But she never can She wants a better man, but that's nothing new The dudes are coming through; they always think they're f**ing smooth They're all pretenders, all ballers, all swag And little Ash soaks it up like a Molotov rag. Now... [Hook: Gripp] I came here To blaze a trail But I think I've Just been raising hell Said: "I came here To blaze a trail But I think I've Just been raising hell." [Verse 2: Gripp] Ash is thirteen, hearing no more lies Sees the world filling with doubt, burning blowtorch eyes A cold war guise so Momma sees the frozen tundra, Russia Instead of the scorched earth that gets exposed from under cover With every step, she's melting the snow. She's very distressed that she's seeing them Selling their soul for the celery, checks. She's telling them, "No." And you know that she's very adept You know. She lights a cigarette up just to feel the choke; She's been breathing fire all her life, now she inhales the smoke Her adolescence turns into an exercise in innovation Thinning patience, minutes wasted waiting for the immolation Momma's so angry that that ain't the way that a lady acts But Ash's ego is in flames and she's a pyromaniac The fishing hook is caught in her lip. She never could stop if she wanted to quit And she don't. She wanted to sit. She wanted the world to be more than the boredom it is So what? So now she clings to the cigarettes as a lifeline Suffering through the hours every day 'til it's ignite time Now... [Hook: Gripp] [Verse 3: Gripp] Now she's sure grown, moved out on her own Diner waitress serves folks eggs and burnt toast Standing on the curb, smokes, waiting for the end of her shift So she could hit the bar and take a second to sit, pretending to quit But she needs every cent of the check. The studio's cheap, but never for free She's living ahead of her means and daily is having more trouble in getting to sleep She drops a couple hundred on the tats for hand design Just to make her feel the heat again; the pen's a branding iron She arrives home daily at one to drop to sleep Steaming, she pulls the battery out of the fire alarm to stop the beep Her fuse is low, but she don't know if she's a ma**ive bomb Or if she'll just defuse like all of the candle wax is gone There's no moral here to wrap it up about how she'll never get Past the hump until she's had enough, the system is bad, corrupt Or once the match is struck how it could pry her world apart It's just gorgeous to watch her burn; she's a firework of art. Now... [Hook: Gripp] [Outro: Gripp] Now when I say "smoking", you say "k**s" Smoking! (k**s!) Smoking! (k**s!) Now when I say "smoking", you say "k**s" Smoking! (k**s!) Smoking! (k**s!) Now when I say "quit", you say "quit" Quit! (Quit!) Quit! (Quit!) Now when I say "quit", you say "quit" Quit! (Quit!) Quit! (Quit!) Yeah