Met her in a dive where the smoke don’t quit, Eyes said heaven, tone said grit. She poured me a drink, asked what I fear, I said, “Losing’s a hobby — that’s why I’m here.” She laughed like static, smooth as sin, Told me, “Boy, you don’t know what you’re in.” But I’ve been burned by better and bit by worse, Learned to treat love like a stolen purse.

Ain’t my first fire, baby, I don’t sweat, Turn heat to a story I ain’t told yet. You can play your games, I’ll raise your bet, Ain’t nothin’ I lost that I regret. Ain’t my first fire, baby, I don’t run, I walk through the ashes when the job’s done. You call it pain, I call it fun — Ain’t my first fire, not my last one.

Got scars like scripture, lessons like wine, Each one sweeter with a little more time. Every promise I’ve heard came wrapped in smoke, So I breathe it in deep till I start to choke. She said, “You don’t flinch when I aim for the heart,” I said, “That’s cute — I ain’t played that part.” You can’t break what’s already cracked, You can’t steal what I ain’t lacked.

All that glitters turns to dust, All that trust just turns to rust. But I shine right through that grime, Ain’t no chain gonna slow my climb.

Ain’t my first fire, baby, I don’t sweat, Turn heat to a story I ain’t told yet. You can play your games, I’ll raise your bet, Ain’t nothin’ I lost that I regret. Ain’t my first fire, baby, I don’t run, I walk through the ashes when the job’s done. You call it pain, I call it fun — Ain’t my first fire, not my last one.

So light it up, let it all burn clean, Some folks love soft — I love mean. Ain’t my first fire, just another spark, Walkin’ home whistlin’ through the dark.